Spring... My joy.

The joy of mine is spring. It is a wonderful dream. I dance around a field of flowers, They whisper their songs of melody. What comforting voices I hear. I hold on tight to my season's hand, for it is my joy. The joy of mine is spring, She welcomes life into the world. As mothers wait anxiously for their unborn, I too wait, I wait for spring. she is the birds in the sky. she is the wind in my hair. I close my eyes and listen to what she might bring, for i know they're beautiful things. The joy of mine is spring.