You look out, searching for all,
Listening to the wind call,
Hoping to glimpse a new way,
To find a vision to stay;

The seeing sad with eyes like mine,

The colors, fresh green rising,
With cold rains newly rinsing,
Yellow blooms line the alley,
Living on, past planter’s stay;

Springing bright for eyes like mine,

Sunlight beams into shadows,
You and I look out windows,
The flowers swaying in breeze
Comes back and blooms to please.