Listen to how the spring breeze
Brush the matured buds on the trees,
And the humming birds’ melodies
Tease for the summer’s reign.

Watch as the times change;
As humanity rearrange their appearance
To phase into the next state –
When the sun and the moon
Are the only things that remain the same.

Reach out and touch, what once use to be brittle air;
Embrace, but let go of, a season that you can no longer repair –
Inhale the aroma of a new beginning,
And exhale with purpose
To use the opportunity you are given.