I Start To Write

I start to write wondering what words will come out. The sun warms the ground, chasing away shadows of doubt. The birds start to fly as I can hear them sing, Memories return of the coming of spring. Colors return to a world that was dead. Visions of flowers, colors dance in my head. The sky is so clear and appears so blue, It seems like a dream yet it’s really true. Rivers flow as they stumble over stones, The sun is so warm I feel it in my bones. Green appears in every direction I look, It all seem like something from a picture book. Birds gather twigs to make their nest, Making a home and then they shall rest. It seems like spring has brought life in sight, I take it all in and just hold on tight.