Spring
The first spring of my life
My first sign of life
As I look around at my first spring
I look around to see
How beautiful the life
Makes its self out to be
How vividly the colors
Shine out at this time
How everything now
For the first time is mine
Never before
Have I noticed this sight
Never before
Have I seen this light
Spring is a time
Where I want to be
Spring is a place
Where I'm happy
But then the climate changes
And real heat begins
But then changes again
And cold sets in
The birds are no longer
Here to sing
For the frost has killed
Everything
No more life
No more light
No longer can I
Say this is a beautiful sight
Not much can be done
Even less can be said
With knowing the life
Is now dead
Just hope the climate
Does turn
Just hope that spring
Does return