Spring

When the spring comes Id like to say that ill be the happiest girl around,
But the thing is I'm not sure if it will bring the same warmth that it has before,
With the melting of the snow and rolling down your car window.
When you can hear the music from other peoples cars quiet clearly,
you know that Spring is on its way.
Im not sure if im ready for the feeling of the sun.
Or the smell of the air fresh and clean,
But not at all like any laudry detergent claiming to smell spring fresh.
(The truth is i never thought spring smelt much like laundry detergent)
I think its rather a crisp smell really,
yet its not warm enough to heat up your lungs.
My favorite thing to do is "play summer"
when you go outside and sit in the sun and pretend that you are toasting quiet well,
Sitting and feeling the sudden gust of air that sends the shivers up and down your entire body.
Now that is spring.

I cant get this idea of spring off my mind.
I can hear it now, the sound of the world around me coming alive.
The birds catching up on things they've missed while they've been away,
And the leaves rustling soothingly in the breeze.
And if I could tell you how spring tastes, boy if only I could tell you, welllll...
I would say it tastes like watermelon, because that was my favorite.

I hope my spring it hasnt changed and time has yet to show and tell me.
I always promised myself I would never forget the simple pleasures in life,
But sometimes growing older just has its way of changing things on you,
Without even consulting you first, how rude, right?!....
But then again its things like spring, that quietly whisper a small reminder in you ear...
Of who you are and what you always held to be important,
Because i know i can always count on it to bring me back...
To a small child who will always be inside of me, who knew how to take the smiple things,
And turn them into extrodinary things.