Spring Fever

Oh, how I long for those summer days, When the bright sun’s kiss Warms you like a mother’s love. Indeed, it is the sun I miss. Oh, how I long for the clouds to be gone, Slowly they become an unwelcome guest, Gifting us with rain and denying us light. True, it is the clouds that I detest. Oh, how I long to walk in the grass, Where field stretches into a green sea, While birds sing and breezes whisper. Yes, it is the grass that brings joy to me. Oh, how I long for a clear blue sky, When days stretch on without end, And cold darkness is only memory. Surely, it is the sky that is my friend.