Spring

I’ve not been one to take it slow,

just like the tulips break through snow,

in eager haste to taste of Spring.

So likewise I want everything.

 

Each day more warm,

each day more green…

is there anything but Spring? 

 

I’ve never been one who did not dare,

like young birds strive to take to air,

disregarding the fear of fall.

So likewise I’ll pursue it all.

 

Each day more warm,

each day more green…

is there anything but Spring? 

 

I’ve not been one to sit it out,

like busy bees who buzz about,

in endless rounds of colored view.

So likewise I have much to do,

 

Each day more warm,

each day more green…

is there anything but Spring? 

 

I’ve never been one for second thought,

just like the river never stops,

but always moves along its course.

So likewise I have no remorse.

 

But as the days grow warmer still,

I must admit the thought bares chill -

that days of Spring won’t always last,

and Summer heat approaches fast.

 

Each day now warm,

the world now green…

why can’t it just stay Spring!