The Days of Spring

The sight of an endless vision,
the sounds of what a bird makes,
the clear water that flows through the mountains,
the laughing of children playing on a
hot summers day.

The melting of an ice cube,
the wind blowing in your face
the rocks that wash away from the waves
from the sea; the idea that we make mistakes.

A crown full of ketchup, a hot dog, and cheese
I saw the shadows of images,
run across the wall, as the flowers fell onto me.
Looking for a willow, looking for a tree,
the idea of creation, through natures unity.
The days of spring.