Spring

Sweet summer child, You know not of the cold That hits you hard. It aches your soul and wounds your heart. Scars are left behind To haunt you for Days. Years and centuries. But Spring; Comes forth. Heals the open wounds, Washes the worries In the drizzling rain of the pleasant season. With the Pleasant breeze That sweeps away; the broken dreams. The soothing sunshine gives hope. Birds sing melodies Of your strength and courage. So wait for spring, Which is a journey of; Friendship and love, Hope and faith. Awakens your soul, So the heart will carry No pain. Wait summer child, For the blooming flowers, That will spread colors In the dark Days.