I once knew a boy
with springtime eyes
and a smile that led up to sunshine.
He lived by a girl
who had wintery hair
and a gaze that could turn you to snow.
They met in the summer
next to the swings at the park
where the water shoots out of the ground.
And when the water flow slowed
and the autumn chill bit,
their songs blended concerto one to four.
Their two-toned chord held long enough for the storm clouds to break.
Then that girl, silly girl, with the wintery hair
met a boy who smelled just like summer
and she melted so hard and he froze up so fast,
that springtime had no time to shine.
The crestfallen boy with the springtime eyes
wilted. He almost lost his smile.
Til there came along a girl, oh, a wonderful girl,
with grace like autumn leaves falling.
Her touch, wonderful touch, caught the boy's sunshine smile
and made her sparkle like the first frost of fall.
Their stories cycled on in the years as they past, but the spring never forgot the winter.