Spring, where have you been?
It’s good you’re coming again.
Please bring back your flowers
And share your regenerative power.
All I can say is thank you
For promising you’re many hues:
Pinks, yellows, reds, and blues.
Now that you promise return
You will teach us again to unlearn:
That Winter’s barren cold
Lasts but a time ceding the old
To you and your buds promising growth
Like forever youth.