Sonata of Spring

The breeze is warm with the taste of rebirth.
The trees do swing, with a wave of fresh air.
I hear the birds sing their song.
A sonata of spring.
The fresh new grass does crawl,

and up these hills.
up
and
up

Mother nature is nursing this place back to health.
The brutal times of winter are over.
Now is time for life.
Fertility.
For warmth.
Now is time for peace.
The ice melts.
The flowers bloom.
The clouds disperse.
All is calm.
All is calm.
But, the bombs keep dropping.