That time again...

The air
is blooming daffodils
And the sunshine
smells like grass
Our days are spent outside
Filling time
with the shapes
that clouds make
Do you remember
when we found speed cars,
Racing through the sky?
Every year I am reminded
Of a time
when it didn’t get any more pure
I was so sure,
That we would always gaze at the clouds
Come spring time.
Since then
The white puffy drivers
have disappeared
But every now and again
Ill look up
and be just as sure
That I see you drifting by
Higher than you had ever been
Higher than we ever would have spotted
as children.
Every year,
I look forward to the spring.