• When the spring time comes,
    And all is made anew,
    I’ll spread my wings and fly;
    I’ll leave the world behind.

    The morning bird sings;
    The morning dew glistens in it’s wings,
    It sings as the sun awakens-
    The world to a new beginning.

    The brisk air is an after math,
    Of a world once frozen in winter's wrath.
    life once beneath the frozen rime
    And all the world breaths a sigh.

    The buds blossom without a worry,
    Safe and sound from winters furry.
    The Rain falls and revives the world,
    Like tears from heaven falling earthward.

    Raindrops cling to the flowers’ petals,
    Gleaming and glistening like precious metals.
    The spring blossoms are the vernal diadem...
    The herald to all the seasons that follow.