When the Spring returns no more

When the Spring returns no more,

then I’ll not sing its praises;

when Mother Nature gets bored

of daffodils and daisies;

of golden sun and bright blue skies

then, and only then, will I

but long as blooms keep opening

and baby birds are taught to sing

and butterflies flutter bright wings

and golden sunbeams kiss my skin

and life returns to everything

then I will celebrate the Spring

that makes my spirit fly.