The crickets sing special songs. The windows are open. The wind is brushing your hair. The trees are coming back from death. The clouds are gone.
Some kids starts to run.
The green is back. The insects are knocking at your door And trying to get in. Your soul can go out of your body And take you to the sky To see what your place looks like. When the spring starts, I feel the sounds and smells of the spring That is a glorious song. Birds singing, Children laughing, Friends talking.