Soon, I will awaken to a spring morning.
I will listen to the birds sing melodically
and watch as they soar through an amber sunrise.
I’ll make a wish on every dandelion
and count the petals of pure white daisies.
Soon, I will roll down tall hills with fresh grass
Then lay still, gazing at the cotton clouds up above.
I’ll find that splendid spring season.
More so, it will find me.