In April, comes the season
of spring
In some places . . .
but I don’t have
Heat, sweat . . . and
the beaches ring
The humid air my
nostrils grab
It’s summertime! That’s
what I know
The flowers bloom, the
birds bop
No spring that wipes
out the snow
The water tempts, it’s
time to hop
The daffodils are now
in bloom
It’s now in flourish so
they say
It grows up not in my
home
How would I know, I haven’t
see
Should I care about the
daffodils?
How does it look like, would
it matter?
I look forward to have
some thrills
A jaunt or an egg hunt
on Easter
Do you have the same
reflection?
Of it doesn't matter or I don’t
care
Nature is in my imagination
Is it enough, or to care would
be better?
