Spring

Spring, when will you come? When will you be the end of death Known as winter? It's too cold outside to do anything And everything is dead Spring when will you become summer? When the trees sway with its leaves so soft and green In the southwest wind The breeze is drying my tears As the warmth runs through my body The gentle patter of the rain cool it off Leaving me blessed for another day Until autumn arrives once more Killing for its harsh friend, winter I wish you would be stopping The sands of time in its mist