The Season of Change
The steady seasons spin round
A dependable rhythm of time
Winter has passed to Spring
Leaves are sprouting and flowers bloom
Everything is fresh and clean
Tiny buds unfurling into beautiful blossoms
Soft crisp green blanket the ground
Sweet rain fogs over the buildings
The people smile and laugh
Hold hands and giggle, intimate moments so chaste
Seagulls cry out, swooping lazily in the skies
The salty seabreeze wafts across the boardwalk
Bronzed sand meets with the foamy ocean
The bright horizon fills with a golden hue
The sun is rising, a new day is appearing
Even so, as life nosily explodes around me
I am forever drifting, buried beneath the snow
It is white, sterile, and cold
Nothing grows, nothing blooms, nothing changes
When will Spring come?
The steady seasons spin round
A dependable rhythm of time
Winter has passed to Spring
Leaves are sprouting and flowers bloom
Everything is fresh and clean
Tiny buds unfurling into beautiful blossoms
Soft crisp green blanket the ground
Sweet rain fogs over the buildings
The people smile and laugh
Hold hands and giggle, intimate moments so chaste
Seagulls cry out, swooping lazily in the skies
The salty seabreeze wafts across the boardwalk
Bronzed sand meets with the foamy ocean
The bright horizon fills with a golden hue
The sun is rising, a new day is appearing
Even so, as life nosily explodes around me
I am forever drifting, buried beneath the snow
It is white, sterile, and cold
Nothing grows, nothing blooms, nothing changes
When will Spring come?
