Why do you sit there all alone?
Are you waiting for someone to call your phone?
Why do you sit with hands resting on your lap,
Your face stone cold as if something will snap?
Why do you sit like something horrid will befall
As you sit staring blankly at the wall?
Will you tell me what the matter is
Or is this a sort of quiz?
It is as if fear has taken you
For nothing they have said is told to be true.
Spring should be a happy time,
All fresh and new, not covered in slime.
If you would simply look around,
You’d see the beauty to be found.
Don’t be afraid, there’s nothing to fear.
This sweet time comes but once a year.