Gone the hard, biting wind of winter's night,
Dawns the light of spring's awakening eye.
The golden sun prolongs his reign of light,
Twinkling down from periwinkle sky.
Life shoots up from the frosty, barren earth,
Taking form of crocus and daffodil.
Weeping cherries exchange mourning for mirth,
And tulips flow gently down the green hill.
Unshod feet tread upon emerald grass.
Faces gaze up into a sea of blue.
Jade leaves blanket maple trees in a mass,
Covering grey bark with green growth anew.
Life has appeared out of its worldly grave,
Gifting the souls on earth the joy they crave.