Promise of Spring

                                    Sunbeams in the morning

shining through the glass

gently touching my cheeks

Smell of sea, sweet flowers

All so soft and pure

Now I remember

My origin

The tender-hearted soul

The Promise of Nature

...Spring is on her way...

How I longed for her to come

I forgot how she was

I forgot how I am

thanks for letting me remember

thanks for your promise

I know she'll be here soon

Een kneuterig kusje,
Shan