Spring: “Spring, To Life! I love the way you run through me!”
Boy: “Spring, To Life! I love the way you run through me!”
Together: “Spring, To Life! I love the way you run through me!”
Spring:
"I'll open these bright bulbs
To peddle pigments and pollen's odors."
Boy: "I'll marvel at mosaic groves'
Fragrance, then flee bee colonies that you've been calling over!"
Spring: "I'll incite all avian gossip
Huddled ”cheep” talk on the grapevine of the phone line."
Boy: "I'll listen close and maybe mock them
Running, arms spread, closed eyes, so I'd clone flight!"
Spring: “Spring, To Life! I love the way you run through me!”
Boy: “Spring, To Life! I love the way you run through me!”
Together: “Spring, To Life! I love the way you run through me!”
Boy: "You'll fluff the tufts of clouds
Spill soothing sapphire soil's sipping"
Spring: "You'll skip and stomp around
Pockets of worms in muddy jeans you've spoiled slipping!"
Boy: "You'll stretch the days out long
The rays reminding dimming dusk is distant."
Spring: "You'll learn: through light's where life belongs
Nascent night's chilled, filled with fiddling crickets
Spring: “Spring, To Life! I love the way you run through me!”
Boy: “Spring, To Life! I love the way you run through me!”
Together: “Spring, To Life! I love the way you run through me!”