So it finally stopped snowing
And it's now quite sunny.
So many things now begin their growing,
And honey from bees will be overflowing.
Strangers in the street gift their smiling.

It'll be good for a while,
Everyone happy and fun.
Can't wait to come
And play In the sun.
In a few months though,
they'll think quite differently.
All their fun and laughing
Will turn to anxiety:
"Why is it so hot,
why can't I find relief?"
"I can't wait for the cold,
Snow will look so pretty."
So, then do you not see?
That the "now" that be
Will never make you happy
Until you learn to just be.