Waiting For Spring

I close my eyes and whisper a small plea, 

Hoping and wishing for spring to come early 

I imagine the smell of early morning dew, 

The smell of something so fresh light and new, 

The beauty of flowers, so elegant and sweet

I want to hear the sound of the birds going tweet

Longing to hear the sounds of spring,

The buzz of the bees, the rustle of the trees,

The promise spring has to bring.