I sit and think about spring,

but I wonder why think when I can embrace.

I close my eyes and I can hear birds softly chirping,

I feel the gentle warmth of a new sun on my skin.

I can hear the soft laughter of children,

I hear wonder and make believe, I hear magic.

I feel the soft breeze, and hear newly grown leaves.

I can see the petals of flowers the trees once bore.

I hear dogs bark and see birds fly.

There is the soft scent of newly bloomed flowers.

There is new life all around, it is in the trees, the air, and soil.

I feel Spring here once again