I’m waiting for the sky to clear
and for the sun to re-appear
for grass to sprout from earthen floor
for trees to grow their leaves once more
for bees to fly, for birds to sing
and all the promises of spring.
To stroll upon the bowling green
to greet those friends I haven’t seen
through all of these long winter months
to pick up again where we left off.
And should it even come to pass
that my weight is right, and I find the grass
to top it off I’d only ask
for an ice cold beer in a nice old glass!
Copyright Glenn Muller – 1999