Spring is a child's midday nap
With her head upon her mother's lap
Dreams of flowers and soft rain
Dancing around in the child's little brain
As the child does sleep
The sky does weep
And brings back beauty and life
To a world once full of pain and strife
When the child awakens from her nap
And removes her head from the mother's lap
The season is ended, but the morrow will bring
Another nap and another Spring
