Spring (A poem to be enacted on stage)

(A little girl skips on stage holding a watering can, looks left and right at imaginary flowers on the ground).

Look, see, gentle ones.

Spring morning has arrived.

Sunlight like your fair faces fills the sky.

(She mimes watering the flowers)

As I pour out my silver drops, so it rains down its golden beams

(She stretches out her arms joyfully)

As you stick out your leaves, so I stretch out my arms

and, bright as your petals, becomes my smile

(She spins around and does a dance)

Oh and just like you when you bob with sudden breezes

the breeze of springtime passion fills my soul

and I must dance about

(she dances her way slowly off stage)

(She stops, looks back and speaks)

Spring time

will you stay forever?

(She continues dancing off stage)

(She stops, looks back and speaks)

Young heart

will you never grow old?

(She dances completely off stage)