Spring
Bluest
sky, the brightest sun.
A
brand-new day has just begun,
Gentle
breezes, birds that sing
Tell
the world behold, it's spring
Over
mountains, hill and vale
Heaven
smiles -- all is well
The
things I love
A hike
in the mountains, to paint by a stream.
Somebody
to love, to share all my dreams.
A walk
in the park, a ride on my bike.
To sit
and enjoy that long upward hike.
To see
gods’ creations in valleys below.
To be
in a place where time moves real slow.
To
ponder, to wonder where all the time goes,
The
feel of warm sand as it creeps through my toes.
A
stroll by the ocean, a swim in the sea.
A book
on my lap, feeling happy and free,
No
running, no planning, no pressure at all
No
doing, perusing, no telephone call,
I long
for some solitude, long for a place,
Where
some off-life’s madness will finally cease
Where
my weary soul will find solace and peace.
