Spring is in the air. I sit by my window and think of you. Crockus,
daffodils, tulips and snowdrops are showing their faces. Spring lambs are
playing in fields nearby. Spring Time is here they seem to be saying,
to it's rythm they are swaying. I think of you my SpringTime dear, for
when spring comes everything becomes clear. The winter has gone the days
are longer on meadows we can once more wonder. Not long now spring tells me
and summer will follow. Children will play on playgrounds soon. Spring Time is
near I see all the signs. And so I wait another day, for Spring Time means that
summer is on it's way.
