the lake's clear crystal belies the ice hold's brittle grasp yet I'm blissful the springtime's warm sun will quickly disperse the fun blossoms have begun in hearts young and old flirts and flirting growing bold gifting more than gold summer's golden sun brings forth the bursting blossoms as lovers embrace beneath the bowers sweet youngsters are holding hands with time and pleasure slipping towards dusk the wise old men remember the first touch of spring.