spring

The beautiful oak tree on fir street hung overhead

The colors of green leaves and the blue sky were so wonderfully wed

The morning sun shone through the branches and into my eyes

And you've never seen more the wise

The beautiful oak tree on fir street

You've seen me dance and weep

You've been here through it all - providing shade and repreieve

Through the highs and lows, you've allowed me to grieve

You wear your season so swell

I'd like to try as well

From browns to greens, from old to new

It is so beautiful to see you entering your bloom

I will come with you

it's time for us both to leave this cacoon
-au revoir winter