The velvet feeling of her cool breeze
The gentle touch of her leaves
She is youth in her spring, like a bud that keeps blooming
My first time to see her, to touch her to be amazed by her
She is making me dream about her want to paint her become apart of her
She is now my home my safe place of rest, she is mine but to only share
Austin in the Spring, brings me to my knees
…ok I’ll recycle
ok I’ll consider my waste
ok ok I do have love for the planet.