I felt the winter breathe
I saw it freeze and forget about me
The crippling cold of the wind on the streets
I felt the winter breathe
I saw the turn of the spring
I felt the warmth of the new sun rising
A willow tree with new leaves dangling
I saw the turn of the spring
I heard the images sing
The crashing of waves in an acrylic scene
The notes jump from pages of landscapes and streams
I heard the images sing