Dear spring,
Why won't you rise again
So that we can feel the embrace of
All things reborn
We know that you are weak
From being beaten to a pulp
By winters gnarly clutches
But that doesn't mean that you can't
show a little love and compassion
So spread your wings
And let the happiness spread
Spread it far and wide
Let your presence be known
Let sweet air tingle those who still live
And let the sweet pungent air
Of the flowers refresh the air
Let the flowers rise
Through the bedrock
Through the dirt
Through the leftover snow
Let your power show
Bring back what once was there
But had ceased to now
Clear all the snow
And let your hands put green on the ground
And blue in the skies
For it is you that installs hope in us
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
Dear spring,
Why won't you rise again
So that we can feel the embrace of
All things reborn
We know that you are weak
From being beaten to a pulp
By winters gnarly clutches
But that doesn't mean that you can't
show a little love and compassion
So spread your wings
And let the happiness spread
Spread it far and wide
Let your presence be known
Let sweet air tingle those who still live
And let the sweet pungent air
Of the flowers refresh the air
Let the flowers rise
Through the bedrock
Through the dirt
Through the leftover snow
Let your power show
Bring back what once was there
But had ceased to now
Clear all the snow
And let your hands put green on the ground
And blue in the skies
For it is you that installs hope in us
My letter poem
