Scent of Spring

Rolling valleys and highland springs
Touch the grass and learn to sing
Lay in the sun in early May
Run and play and laugh all day

Your hair in the breeze
A kite stuck in the trees
The birds soaring softly as they fly
And puffy clouds through the sky

And as the setting sun descends
Our lovely day will soon end
But no loss of beauty in the world
As the next day will soon unfurl