She’s brave and resilient
a rebirthed smile on a cold Spring soil
coming back for a new blooming season.
She’s beautiful with her yellow crown
and dazzling green gown, a perfect bloom indeed.
Her cheeks perfect and attractive inviting sweet kisses
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.
As the winter sighs and the rain trickles down
the window pane
it will almost drive you insane
fret no more for in a few weeks
there comes a flower budding near the creek
before we know it the curtain of clouds will part
as the earth continues to breath life
and the new season arrives
I like the sunlight in the Spring
the joy and delight it brings
the hum of birds singing on top of an apple tree
how they tell you to stop and see
how wonderful this world can be