As the flowers bloom after a prolonged chill
The sunshine embraces with this caressing feel
Yes, those winds have left, all so devastating, all so bitter
I know I love this spring, but do I really not miss the winter?
As the birds chirp around the lonely rock
It sounds so sweet to hear them talk
With all my heart, I listen to their murmur
But is theirs the only voice I hear?
As the drizzling droplets paint the sky
In violets and reds, freedom flies ever so high
There’s this bunch of children smiling in overwhelmed spree
But staring at the sky, is it just their face that I see?
Days are now longer than the long awaken nights
There aren’t any more omens of disasters, and nor such frights
I try to cover up every inch of damage with the broken pieces
But, you still do manage to flood through the smallest of crevices