Spring Wind

The rushing, singing, dancing wind
Is chasing away the gray
Be sure to anchor me to the ground
Or my umbrella will carry my away
It sweeps up storms of lost balloons
In a bouncing, colorful mass
Up into heaven where they will freeze
Like jewels in the foggy glass
The wind means that the rain will come
But I am not afraid
As long as my bright umbrella
Doesn't carry me away