Laying in the grass looking at clouds up high
A warm, bright sun swims in a clear blue sky
Soft wind tickles my skin and flutters through my hair
Spring beauty beyond compare
The birds chirp and bees buzz by
A beautiful cat merrily chases a butterfly
Puppies pounce on ants in a grass crisp green
This is the most amazing spring day I've ever seen
Cool shadows lurking beneath trees
Surrounded by sunflowers and daisies
The scent in the air is of everything made new
Soaking up the moisture of a spring morning's dew
All creation seems at peace
Living in a glorious masterpiece
Pine cones and sprouting flowers litter the ground
And the ballad of spring is so profound
Leaves and wind perform perfected choreography
Writing springs autobiography
Filled with a sense of wonder and curiosity
Praising my Creator for such generosity
As the day floats onward, I fantasize
Listening to nature harmonize
The poetry of spring like works of Shakespeare
Days like this help me to persevere
From the problems in life, I disconnect
To this world made by the perfect Architect
Hear the elements communicate
And the voices of spring reverberate
Nature is literal personification
An exhibit of true sophistication
Watching the clouds and the sun flirt
Where there's no such thing as an intro- or extrovert
I lie in a place where love is understood
And there is no war between what is evil and good
Spring is such a huge part of me
It's exactly where I'm meant to be
The earth is a true musician
That brings sweet premonition
Of tomorrow's amiability
Where every thing's a possibility
And in distant retrospective
I see my world in a new perspective
Of sun and breeze and happiness
Of springtime's loving caress
Beautiful music like Carmina Burana
Colors changing like an iguana
Describes only a small aspect of my day
Of nature's gorgeous display
I'm amazed by springs hospitality
Its sense of sentimentality
Like the gratification of achieving things pursued
Total and complete solitude
Drawing past midday but no time for an intermission
Not when I'm filled with such ambition
I'm enjoying the gentle mystic
Of being out here, where I'm not a statistic
I'm in awe at how spring can bewitch the mind
Never knowing what you might find
In a world full of things unrevealed
Just begging to be concealed
In the sunset is a gentle love song
I wish that the day would prolong
But softly along I begin to sing
The song of my day; the essence of spring.
