When I was a child…in my dreams…I loved to fly… I would fly aimlessly…above the trees and over the fields of green, Enjoying the beauty of the flowers that seemed to be everywhere… For those were the most beautiful flowers I had ever seen.
So when the long days of Winter continued to come In my dreams I began looking for a Spring rain, That would bring forth the timeless beauty of those flowers And allow us to smell the sweet scent of mother earth again.
I would dream of walking barefoot in the grass And playing games with other children till the days very end, And when I awoke, my heart was smiling again As I thought of Spring being just around the bend.
My dreams helped me make it through those dreary Winter days Till Spring in all her glory actually came, Filling the fields with budding flowers of every kind As butterflies danced amongst them with colored wings aflame.
I look out my window at the snow coming down today Dreaming of those Spring days to quickly come, When I decide that it wouldn’t hurt to say a prayer to God Asking for a little help to get Spring in all her majesty to succumb.