Yet, she had never felt more cold. Like the first spring rain That drove the winter away. Her auburn hair seem to flicker Of flame Of sunshine, of light, of winter's bane. We have waited so long. The Kiss of Spring Spring is Freedom Of the outdoors, And Sweet grass Like honey.
Spring is Luscious honeysuckle, And blossoming flowers.
Spring is The tranquility Of sunsets, And the excitement Of campfires. Spring is New life, And blessed innocence. Full of smiles, And birds' Festive songs. Spring is A truly wonderful Phenomenon, Because it's Like being kissed by God. I look from my window into the clear blue sky, I hear a birds voice cut through the air into my heart.