Springtime Beauty Born
Springtime beauty born
Life given anew
Sweet smells of open petals
Blooming different hues
I clutch the dandelion in my palm
Blow white whispers through the air
Run barefoot and free
Feeling the tears of a spring storm underneath
Feet that are finally free
From the shoes I cast aside
They are no longer needed
Have nothing else to confine
My skin feels the warmth of sun
Drinks in the golden stream
Rays become intoxicating
I am drunk with sunshine
As I laugh, dance, twirl, and sing
In the midst of the beauty born
In the midst of spring.