The Season of Singing

I have to tell you This is an ode to life This is an ode to love This is an ode that birds can sing above The winter is past And flowers appear on Earth The rains are over and gone Scream as loud as you can the season of singing has come You told me that And I understand at last I should love myself, too 'Cause the more I do the more love I can give to you As my soul lies down peacefully in the grass Breathe in the air and breathe out I'm happy as I am The world's too full to talk about I am who I am, I am life, I am love Let's dive into what's above I am full, I am overwhelmed with this bliss What sort of love is this? My heart, don't hide your fires It's time to awaken love What more can man desire? see less