SpringtimeDancing beneath the weeping willow,
Laying down under the trees for rest.
The green grass is soft like a pillow,
This would be springtime at it's best.
Have you heard of the birds that fly free?
Have you smelled the sweet flowers?
Have you played in the woods, in the trees?
What I do in spring hours.
I swim in the streams,
I play in the brooks.
As the sun gleams,
I read some books.
I catch fireflies from the air,
I pick flowers from the ground.
I hear children's laughter free of care,
How much I do enjoy that sound.