Spring

Raindrops on the window pane...
Softly falls the gentle rain.
Watching, waiting for the hour...
Sunshine ends the gentle shower.

Flowers blooming in the spring...
Lifts our hearts once more to sing...
Out of joy our love does flower...
Giving us eternal power.

Sunshine brings the birds to sing...
Of the wonders brought with spring.
Hold my love and never leave her...
Perhaps I suffer from spring fever.

© Skya Wode
13 January 1998