The sheets are melting.
They hung outside,
Clinging to anything they could,
Rooftops, signposts, streetcars.

They cry tears of life,
Nourishing dirt patches,
Where the flowerbeds will go.

The sun shines early now,
Allowing the moon to rest.
Stars no longer linger in the morning sky.

Buds wake up,
You can catch a glimpse of them,
Pregnant branches on trees.

The grass plays peek-a-boo
With pillows of snow.

Its time for revival.

Get up, stand up, stand up for your right
Stand up, stay up, it may seem like a long night
Hold up, c'mon, don't let it out of your sight
Spring up, blow up, don't give up the fight

Dear mind, don't you teach me
Thoughts, to which, society has given birth
I know that you know
Better than that - your, our real worth
Listening to foreign voices, you've faced enough cold
C'mon now, decondition, show them all your gold
I see the sun rise...and it's shining bright, eh
Sweat it in the fight, come on

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The swelling brooks, so clear toned,
Rolling rounds over musical stones,

That unveil the rushed veins of May,
Race in wide cool stills, freshnesses,

Of the moistened soils overturning
And the chimes in the belled leaves,

Before they shout from buds keyed,
To syncopate in sun by bopping bees

Who buzz with jazzy pillowing waft,
Of daisy downs, in mid air to reeds,

Lips newly sprouted, banding green,
Groove myriad symphonies of colour

And the roots of trees tempo tapping,
Into waters plucked, earthy sounding,

All voice, with woodland birds, in joys
Do trumpet, O what new life to come.

Flowers blooms as sun smiles
and all gloom fades
Hope reappears
as the cold disappears

Season of new beginning
a chance to start living
or to stop everything
and hear the birds sing
'This Spring'