The weel has turned again,
winter ended, spring came,
an ancient bargain,
a cycle to sustain.

Natural with seasons four,
a rythm to our core,
altered over the decades,
a renewal when a seson fades.

Springtime is a wounderous gift,
from barren dry grass greens lift,
decorating with yellow and white,
meadows with dots of colours bright,

Over night, life decides to renew,
invisble they already grew,
to pop out and charmingly,
setting a power free,

Soon trees and bushes grow,
pedals and fresh green to show,
still cold in night time,
heartwarming in the sunshine,

Nature ready for another year,
all out and nothing to fear,
assured that the blossoming,
is the magic of spring,

Guarantees a summer will come,
the cold times will soon be gone,
A nature made promise given,
of pure motivation and life driven.

Enjoy the warm sun,
there is more to come,
this grown wonderful art,
in every detail and part,

A season of awakening,
whatever the year might bring,
we are renewed as well,
moods growing you can tell,

with days getting longer,
and the sun stronger,
the fuel of us to be,
older and new to some degree.