SPRING

It’s spring, life blooms and everything we see is new and young,

It’s all about new growth and unsung songs that will be sung,

New energy, new time, new futures that must yet take place,

But where? Don’t know. Let’s just use the infinity of space.

Okay but how? Well you’ve already grown without a care,

I have to wonder of the depths of things that dwell in there,

It will not always be as bright and sunny as today,

You will face things that turn against you in a dreadful way

But such events can help you learn and deepen your poor soul

Then when much greater threats arrive you still retain control,

And just remember spring also means something odd that bounces

And so you can recoil from all the things that spring announces.

So just relax because most things are best handled with calm,

A nice warm bath some music and a moisturising balm,

You can sometimes allow yourself these kinds of little joys,

It is the grown-up version of your younger children’s toys,

But will these toys make us as happy as we’d like to be?

I think that’s a big question that each one of us must see,