the coming of spring.

the rain poured out from the heavens
like a flood gate had been opened up
to wash the world in its life giving flow
and give the flowers the power to grow.

I felt the season change I smelled that sweet tast
the warmth of spring shinning on my face
but winter has not left, the wind is still chilled
reminding me that there is still wounds to be healed

I'm not a doctor, the cure is not pills
but laughter and love and the rain as it spills

but there just the same the promise of new life
as winter starts fading and spring is revived

my heart longs for the longing of days for the warmth of the sun
on the green grass blades. the dew in the morn on a sweet lilies eyes
who opens up to the breeze drifting by

float on sweet butterfly, how lovely you glade
to the end of the earth and into the sky
the sky that is broken half dark and half light
with the rain that is pouring, from the heavens on high.