Spring Day

The breeze blows past
Casually playing with my hair
And carrying the aroma
Of spring flowers.
The bright green
Of fresh foliage
Contrasts nicely
With the light blue of
The clear sky.
I sit, and my
Thoughts wash over me
Along with the songs
Of birds and hearts.
The rustling grass
Whispers of days
Past, and I
Strain to hear
It's stories.