When I think of spring as a kid… I remember our teacher taking us outside during class The air felt different The colors felt louder That’s the memory that stayed with me We’re sitting at our desks when she says “bambini, andiamo fuori un po’” We leave our notebooks open where they are, line up quietly by the door The hallway smells like pencils and glue but outside feels brighter than the room It’s faint now, but I still hear it… This is what spring sounds like to me Birds singing dolce melodia Bees humming low in the breeze Kids running wild, finally free Campi di fiori glowing in the sun L’odore dei fiori appena sbocciati Colori che tornano dopo l’inverno Primavera saying, “you can breathe again” Little flowers pushing through the ground, colors waking up all around My hand in a friend’s as we spin and laugh like the world was opening with us The air felt warm, soft on my skin a feeling I didn’t know I’d keep Even now, it plays in my mind… This is what spring sounds like to me Birds singing dolce melodia Bees humming low in the breeze Kids running wild, finally free Campi di fiori glowing in the sun L’odore dei fiori appena sbocciati Colori che tornano dopo l’inverno Primavera saying, “you can breathe again” Ricordo quel tempo, the light on my face The teacher calling us back into place But part of me stayed outside in that space Where everything felt new again
