Spring, is just around the corner, you can
feel it, in the air. The urge is so strong, to
move along, it doesn't matter where. The
first sign, is how restless you've become.
There's this burning desire, to be free.
Tired of the same old things, places you
want to see. There's a special name for
this afflictation, it comes but once a year.
It's called spring fever, but it's nothing you
have to fear. It affects millions of people,
in the same way. The long drawn out
winters, are to blame, I dare say. The
reason for this malady, is when a warm
gentle breeze, begins to blow. It can
throw you into a tail spin. Letting you know,
it's time to go, until next winter, sets in!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem