When The Wind Blows Spring Poem by Dan Uriel

the light sing in the spring
budding young green hope
I love the heart sigh

I have an open each grove
my blood playful kid
and bend the sun in the wind

oh splendour, colour, rich oh Spring
comes out in the spring breeze
and our hearts for the buds

Do you feel it? It should also love
fresh daffodils flushed whoosh
share, say, really give me a hug

spring is a beautiful spring
the old steamers are thinking
across the country smells of spring wind