Sara/Spring

Summer, the sum of all your fear

Fall you fall too far from here

Winter you wither like a daisy might

Spring your eyes spring back to life

Sara in Spring tells me curious things

But she never speaks at all

In the hot summer, or in the cold, cold winter

Or in the windy days of Fall

Town with a mouthful of your name

Seldom seen as the seasons change

But I see her in gardens of growing things

Sitting among the flowers of Spring

Sara in Spring tells me curious things

But she never speaks at all

In the hot summer, or in the cold, cold winter

Or in the windy days of Fall