The sky is old,
a new one dawns.
Across the world
are souls reborn.

Faces of pink,
pale and blue
no longer stiff from cold winter's grip.

Green now disperses,
rich in the earth.
Iciness fading,
lifting eyelids each morning,
hopefully waiting, waiting for Spring.

Eyes again bloom, glisten and gleam,
life-filled and bright as trees sprouting their leaves.
Our souls are since stretched, made bare by the cold,
now breathing fresh life
as restored is the old, the new, the rise and the fall of life's changes due,
the daily difference of the warm and the blue.