I’ve ne’re been one to take it slow <br />Just like the tulips break through snow <br />In eager haste to taste of Spring <br />So likewise I want everything <br /> <br />Each day more warm <br />Each day more green… <br />Is there anything but Spring? <br /> <br />I’ve ne’re been one who did not dare <br />Like hatchlings strive to take to air <br />Disregarding the fear of fall <br />So likewise I’ll pursue it all <br /> <br />Each day more warm <br />Each day more green… <br />Is there anything but Spring? <br /> <br />I’ve ne’re been one to sit it out <br />Like busy bees who go about <br />In endless rounds of colored view <br />So likewise I have much to do <br /> <br />Each day more warm <br />Each day more green… <br />Is there anything but Spring? <br /> <br />I’ve ne’re been one for second thought <br />Just like the river never stops <br />But always moves along its course <br />So likewise I have no remorse <br /> <br />But as the days grow warmer still <br />I must admit the thought bares chill <br />That days of Spring won’t always last <br />And Summer heat approaches fast <br /> <br />… <br /> <br />Each day now warm <br />The world now green… <br />Why can’t it just stay Spring! <br /> <br /> …Jeff Bresee<br /><br />Jeff Bresee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishsing/
