On some bitter day sometime in winter
I dreamed of a future time
Where a warm breeze brushes my skin
Birds chirping in bright, budding trees
The vibrant greens and blues
Are clearer than a window
And bright as the sun
The smell of springtime is in the air
Flowers, fresh air and green grass
Standing under a cloudless sky
I take this all in, and feel refreshed.
Cleansed
But a commotion in the room
Brought me back to reality
And under those fluorescent lights
Breathing in the stale, stuffy air
I know springtime can not come soon enough.