Song Of Spring 3

O Spring, My Spring You must be a little kind To this lonely man and its poetic mind He hath woven many a song in thy praise With much wit and flair and not with any rage O Spring, My Spring You must stay here long To soothe my heart and sing me a song About riots of colors that spread across lands About lovelorn birds in the sky chasing their friends O Spring, My Spring On your way to my land Hath not you witness the fiery band The wind along with sprouting leaves play To lend pleasure to weary hearts through the day O Spring, My Spring Please don't hurry away This time a little longer you must stay Perching on the rooftop the cuckoo will sing The finest of song of love playing music with its wings O Spring, My Spring