The sun crawls its way past the horizon.
Snow dissolves into the abyss beneath the soil,
Clouds gather upon tradition.
All that lives droils.
Suddenly floral colors are slung across the sky,
Humid winds make their way
Past the joyful birds soaring high.
The leaves begin to sing and sway.
They all sing in harmony,
What a beautiful melody they make.
Their voices align perfectly,
Soothing all the aches.
The fruits ripen and come alive,
The hills sprout with a new cover.
Animals and insects strive,
The colors of life uncover.
Spring has arrived.
Along with its grace to heal.
Spring will revive,
And the world will kneel.
