A wind still blows
Through the blossoming trees
between my toes
And flows against my knees
Springtime is what I speak of
Oh gentle audience
A season of love
That’s never been here ever since
You must wonder:
“What is this ‘season of love’ you speak of
A spell you must be under
To think of such a season to love”
I shall show you
Not by word, but by visual
About those winds that blew
Oh so minimal
A season which starts with rain
A gloomy weather it may seem
What to gain?
From with what makes a small stream.
A gloom you may feel
But such gloom is replaced with tranquility
A peace you cannot steal
A constant stability
After the tranquil rain
The streams start to flow
With no feeling of pain
As the trees and plant begin to grow
The color green you see
Across a vast landscape
A mountain of trees it may be
An ideal escape
Then again, it rains
A walk in the woods you take
A taste for adventure flows through your veins
Then on your way you make
In the rain, the woods shed no light
Just a dark green
Not that bright
But a beautiful scene
The trees protect
Their leaves, an umbrella
Underneath the tranquil rain’s effect
That’s what i can tell ya
Then the rain shall stops
And the warmth begins
Not a single drop
You can feel the world spin
The winds i spoke of
Take place hear
They blow above
And through your ear
This gentle breeze
Marks the end
Of the everlasting freeze
And a warming friend
Like a shy dear
The sun peeks through the clouds
And makes the sky clear
From the dark shroud
A warm embrace you see
On your whole body
It may be
Not just upon me
A warmth shared with everyone
A loving embrace
Just sitting under the sun
With a smile on your face
This visual I share
Is all I can say
I hope you will care
By the end of the day
This is my springtime
My ideal vision
Ripe in its prime
To share it is my mission
