The Spring

A soft breeze blows over me
As I sit in my yard, eyes closed
It's the sweet breath of spring
Carrying the scents that awaken
The heart of a peaceful man
It brings a calmness to my soul
Often troubled I crave these moments of zen
When depression and oppression both
Are wiped from my mind
And my anxiety lifts from my shoulders
These first blooms of spring
Remind me of the plain and obvious
Goodness of life
I cannot help but to smile