You Are Spring

Shall I compare thee to a summer day?

To what shall I compare thee?

Nay: to a spring day,

Full of life and beauty.

Yes, spring – the warmth

After the winter, after the cold;

A touch that revives all life:

Hiders come out, flowers unfold.

Could I have a chance at spring?

And be awoken to something new?

Like the first flower upon a tree,

Or the first drop of untouched dew?

To see the sun rise in your eyes

From morning to morning –

Rays that brighten all it touches

And gives the birds joy to sing.

Spring, begin to touch me,

Awaken me that lay dormantly;

Let me grow in spring,

Let me be like you – free.