Today there is a warmth in the air
not felt since the leaves were green
and your eyes shone with adoration,
could spring finally return again?
The coldness of a tense shoulder
of drifting snowy disaffection
will it melt under the new sunlight,
could spring finally return again?
Will the laughter in the park
and the squeak of rusty swings
newly penetrate our hearts,
could spring finally return again?
