I do not know how to sing the joy of life
all I know is how to bottle-up
my angst and start a strife.
To detest the kiss of father Winter
and how I longed for dear Spring.
To dance in the sun
and in the river I swim
celebrate my joy with the song I’d sing.
I do not know
what a joy seasons bring.
All I know is I found happiness
in the gift of flowers and fun in the sun.