the sun chases away

all that is cold

it lifts the sky

so blue no clouds

the birds do sing

a day to sing

and smell the trees

flowers glisten

the spirit dances

the water sparkles and glistens

a gentle calm

a gentle breeze

reminds us that the day is nearly gone

shadows fall and light fades

and with it goes its warmth

and all again is cold

but the memory remains

and the spirit rejoices

and remembers

a promise of the spring to come