Once upon a winter there was a street filled with dull and naked trees.
It was on top of a hill, only vistited by the people who lived there.
Gradually they felt colder and colder, and eventually gave up hope for warmer days.
But then, from a faraway place, spring came.
He whispered about a light breeze and long sunny days.
He told tales of the ocean, and hot sand between toes.
The trees listened, and blossomed once more.
The people listened, and smiled like they did before.
And when the birds came to Fairytale street,
They were told to spread the news
She’s coming, Summer’s coming.
The one who will make us believe
In everything good, in everything sweet.
She will give us a happy ever after
If so only,
For a season.