With winter upon me I start to dream of spring.
Though my senses feel numb I can’t feel anything.
I remember the sun its rays could warm the soul.
Though the cold of winter is still taking its toll.
I remember the scent of flowers clinging in the air.
Where once it was barren the grass shall grow there.
The trees begin to blossom as they come alive.
The beauty surrounds in every direction I drive.
I hear the bird singing they seem to rejoice.
The enjoyment of life seems to be the only choice.
They gather up twigs to construct a new nest.
They work until dark and then they do rest.
The days grow much longer I see so much light.
It seems like a beacon to guide me from night.
The sun grows strong and everything grows.
The warmth can be felt as a gentle breeze blows.
I feel my spirit grows I think I can fly.
I just spread my wings and take to the sky.
I look down to see all the world down below
The seeds that were planted are starting to grow.
I see spring much like a return of the senses
Nature agrees, it becomes a general consensus.
The dream seem so real I can taste it in the air.
Winter shall fade and spring senses shall fare.