Warmly caresses my cheek,
As I stroll through.
The woods,
There in my mind flew.
Paper and pen in hand,
I stole away, hiding there.
Trees no longer bare, fruit, buds,
Sunlight streaming through the leaves,
The spirit of spring has awakened.
Warmly caresses my cheek,
As I stroll through.
The woods,
There in my mind flew.
Paper and pen in hand,
I stole away, hiding there.
Trees no longer bare, fruit, buds,
Sunlight streaming through the leaves,
The spirit of spring has awakened.