In Spring's Green Age... Poem by DM W

In spring's green age, the music of the trees,
Streams and ponds stirred our curious psyches.
We were reborn in the midst of milky-
White and rose- pink blossoms. Even the leaves
Whispered their secrets to us patiently.
We were one with the warm world. Boundaries
Were unknown to us. O we were as free
As the wild birds that soar in seemingly
Endless skies! All the colours of our dreams
Spread across our little realities.
And Time itself seemed like eternity.