April again, and back home the snow lilies must be bursting out of the ground.
The crisp New York air must be beginning to warm, the lake just barely starting to turn over thousands of feet below the rocky beaches.
Back home, I know the daffodils must be in full bloom, dotting across the lawn like freckles, yellow and orange and golden in the spring sun.

Baking "Magic" cookies today
staying nice, what it's all about
Start the stove, pre-heat that thing
get the ingredients out

Smell of sugar, flour, vanilla
Carmel drops and all things nice
I add the last ingredient
It's my one and only vice

Whir of mixer, relaxing
Heat of the stove, the oven
I'll get it all together
On baking pans and then...

Nice warm cookies, cup of tea
I feel the glow of magic
Couldn't be any better
My favorite cookies do the trick

what a life of a man'
amidst of thorns
as he journey afar
on a mission of provision
crossing rivers and miles
Lonely and never looks back
claws tearing him apart
he fixes the pieces back
want to cry but in silence
chills up in public
oh' what a life of a man.

In a world where hearts are cold and weary,
Our love burns bright, so pure and cheery.
With every beat, our souls entwine,
A love so deep, it's almost divine.

Like a gentle breeze on a summer's day,
Our love whispers sweet nothings in every way.
In the darkest night, you're my shining star,
Guiding me through, no matter how far.

In your embrace, I find my peace,
A love like ours will never cease.
Through storms and struggles, we'll remain strong,
For you are where I truly belong.