Dreams appear like moon’s soft light

Through heavy clouds

Promise is a birth of vision

Vision gets distorted by clouded minds

Vision transcends through cool winds that whisper

In the breeze

Translucent ideas pass motionless

To be awaken by night time vision thought process

Otherwise known as dreams

The moons soft light gently blankets itself and covers my flesh

Like a spring scented sheet

A feeling of sweet sensation trickles like a summer’s rain

The teasing smell of earth is the scent of the freshly cut grass

Spring is in the air

Spring is in existence

And to me spring exist all year

If only in my dreams

They call it March because we are marching out of winter

And on the 21st the earth gave birth to me

And the sensational season which is spring

Spring, a rebirth of all earth’s gifts

How amazing

How blessed

Thank God

It is spring.