Lydia Loves Springtime

Her freckled face and long hair are caressed by a gold sun; Lydia loves springtime, her adventurous spirit breathes joy, and it seeks scented flowers awakened by the saffron dawn... as she sings and plays a blue electric guitar praising His glory! At noon she wears an amber hat which keeps off all sunrays, and smiling she attracts crowds with keen interest; " Play that song again! " It's a boy's first request... " I will, cutie. " She answers with raw tenderness. Lydia loves spring time, the smell of aureolin roses; the lulling breeze dispersing dandelions on meadows while singing the ballads she wrote on her travels, and they appeal to those listening with starry eyes. How lovely she looks in her cotton chartreuse dress, how passionate she plays dreaming of being a success! Lydia loves springtime when beautiful butterflies flutter by, Oh, she would give anything to become one of them and fly!