It Was The Beginning Of A New World,
The Warm Belated Scent Of Spring Grew Strong,
Butterflies Returned With A Gentle Hum,
Birds Awoke With The Element Of Song,
The Bitter Snow Has Fallen In Lush Grass,
As Stems Of Flowers Grew Mighty And Long,
She Stood Elegant--Her Dress Eggshell White,
Yet She Looked Like She Perfectly Belonged,
Her Soot Black Hair Was As Dark As The Raven's,
The Tune Which She Hummed Was Rich As A Gong's,
Her Feet Were Bare And Smooth As Spider's Silk,
She Held The Sun And Guided It Along,
Along Rivers, Ravines, And Human Roads,
She Returned The Warmth Which The Creatures Longed,
She Healed Winter's Wounds And Gathered Those Past,
Nurtured Them And Took Them Where They Belonged,
Her Eyes Were Green As The New Foliage,
Her Soul Was Sweet And Gentle As A Song,
But Her Only Job Was To Bring Back Spring,
*Then She Was Just A Whisper On The Wind