Spring to Life

Tied up in trees

Caught in the wind

Little stories hidden

All around

Hear the sound

Of the whispers

The secrets

They breathe

On the breeze

Tangled melodies

Little memories chase

Little memories chase little

Memories

Speak the truth

They would not understand it

Deaf to a wounded planet

Blind to a rainbow pallet

Spring to life

Spring to life

Nature knows and holds divine

Paper plates and paper planes

Paper lined to scrawl, to complain

These paper bags dissolve in the rain

And I can't even write your name

In paper back, the stories I read

Paper boats and paper hats I believe

Are two folds away from each other

Paper chains strung up

Draped in colour

All come down