Speak to me of the sounds of spring, And I will hear,
Birdsong on a still morning, dancing in my ears.
Speak to me of the scents of spring, And I will breathe,
The fragrant aromatics of fresh cut grass, immersing my olfaction.
Speak to me of the sights of spring, And I will see,
The soft sunrise, bathing lush foliage before my eyes.
Speak to me of the sense of spring, And I will feel,
The cool breeze, submerging my skin in a brushing embrace.
Speak to me of spring,
And I will think,
Of you. And wait.
