Of beauty is the Spring
It's vivid colours born from the rich earth
Its nature is a tale of rebirth
There is a hint of heaven in its hands
Look at its vilified pleasure
Never by her own design
Spring is the only prayer offered by god as love

Clouds gather cotton candy
Where we walk a carpet of yellow blue and red
Now the pleasure is within the bud
Gathering the fruit it will burst it's coat
Feed the world with its offering
Gone is the darkest of days
There is no longer a need to hide in the shadows

The empty time that moves autumn to spring
Is a fading memory always
Often the distractions have no meaning
The careful child like hue
Is a walk along a cherry tree path
Where the congregation of angels stand
A celebration of the wild and the new

Mother nature weeps tears of laughter
As she offers what was hidden
To the days of the warming breeze
Will the flowers replace her heart
You have to build the wall to see the light when cracks appear