Come And Touch My Soul Spring Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Come and touch my soul spring,
For I gently walk your street;
Come and again sing,
To the gentle summer beat.
Come to the world again,
With the colors - new to me;
Over meadows and glen,
Let my thoughts wander free.
In fresh and new I'll hear,
Songs to newly born;
All what in summer is dear,
And is not in winter torn.
Come to the earth and bring,
Lovely shades - fresh and neat;
Gray tones away absolving,
All what’s past winter bleed.
To new seedlings attain,
For they become a tree;
All what's summers' domain,
And is of pleasures to see.