Sun And Flowers

The spring is coming! hear it blow!     The rain and wind have cleared the snow;     And I am going to play my fill     With sunlight on the windy hill.     And I am going to laugh and run,     And be the comrade of the sun;     And, like the wildflowers, wink my eyes     At him and at the springtime skies.     And I am going to leap and shout     And toss my hair and arms about,     And fill my soul with sunshine as     The blossoms do and waving grass.     And I am going to dance and sing     And match the swallow on the wing,     And put my arms about each tree,     And kiss it as the sun does me.     And I am going to lie face down     Upon the hillside, far from town,     And hug it as the sunlight does,     And watch the pussy-willows fuzz.     I wish I was as big and bright     As is the sunlight: then I might     Hold all the hillside in my joy     But I am just a little boy.     And I am only sweet and small     As are the wildflowers, that is all,     So mother says; and thus you see     The sun can get ahead of me.     Blow wind and rain! and sweep away     The snow and sleet of yesterday!     And bring the sunlight and the flowers     And all the laughing springtime hours.