WILLING SPRING

Come spring come~

Come here soon~

Come spring come~

I no longer want to be blue.

I am willing spring here~

With all I have at hand~

I am willing spring here~

To come into this barren land!

Come spring come~

Come here soon~

Come spring come~

I no longer want to be blue.

I am using all the lyricals~

That I can muster~

I have the spring waltz playing~

To give me a spring like saunter.

Come spring come~

Come here soon~

Come spring come~

I no longer want to be blue.

I am using all the visuals~

That I can find~

Scenes of blossoms~

That will tickle the mind.

Come spring come~

Come here soon~

Come spring come~

I no longer want to be blue.

I am finding stories~

That will warm hearts~

Of love that blooms~

When the spring starts.

Come spring come~

Come here soon~

Come spring come~

I no longer want to be blue.

I am collecting reports~

Of new born babes~

The baby animals~

Birthed and awakening from dens and caves.

Come spring come~

Come here soon~

Come spring come~

I no longer want to be blue.

I am thinking of a makeover~

For my spring renewed appearance~

Even pondering the beginning of~

A fresh cleaning home experience.

Come spring come~

Come here soon~

Come spring come~

I no longer want to be blue.

I am willing spring here~

With all I have at hand~

I am willing spring here~

To come into this barren land!

Come spring come~

Come here soon~

Come spring come~

I no longer want to be blue.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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