waiting for the spring

autumn comes to a tree and it responds so colorfully 

but let a month or two go by and the winter robs it completely dry

and as the leaves take freedoms flight they hit the ground and lose their light

and life is left in brown and gray so dont ask me to go out and play 

cause i am waiting for the spring

all the trees on the street are completely bare and i scratch my head and find snow in my hair

and as pretty as it looks floating down it all looks like slush when it hits the ground

every is scowling in the cold they all used to make snowmen but now they are too old

and they look colder and colder everyday so dont ask them to come out to play 

because they're all fine being grumpy today

and there is no fun in this land of gray

when all the birds fly south and rabbits hide away

there are so many things i have to say 

but i think i'll save them for a warmer day

cause i am still waiting for the spring

we're all just praying for the spring