Spring

Spring has sprung The grass is ris' I wonder where the flowers is? The flowers of joy The flowers of sorrow The petals fall I may never live To see the 'morrow I see a fresh running stream A beautiful stream Is it real, Or a punishing dream? I wade my feet in its waters It's cold but jolly I like that, it's a lot like life Ahead are fresh wild berries The berries may not be ripe But poisonous and deadly I am not afraid And I taste with the wild look Of the devil inside me Sometimes the noble beast of man Becomes calloused and fails to see The wonders of mother nature Whose beauty is my greatest master I find a tree Sit and close my eyes With thoughts And a smile.