Wait for Spring

I hope, when the sparrows sing again
I should'nt be deaf by then
coz' the spring seems so far
and the last moments so noir'

I wish,when the sun shines bright
I should still have my sight
coz' the clouds are around
and the brightness not found

I hope, to see the river flowing by
and the flock here to fly
coz' the snow hides the view
and life is so few

I wish, that scars now fades
and memory build  in new shades
coz' the stone now wants to smile
may be for the spring, but life for a while

O the color of Spring !
Old but sweet' come with a swing

Shweta--