as we fell the genital winds of the spring
the buds of new plants will rise from the ground,
may the branches of this tall strong tree swing,
they were once lost but now they have been found
and now for the sun, and the rain, and the light
with the freedom of spring the cubs roam free.
from now on the plants may never have to fight,
but we must leave the animals to the,
the beautiful sound of a mockingbird,
a long cold winter the world comes alive,
not meant to be killed just meant to be heard,
with new plants bees are buzzing around hives
nothing but the dearest of all the dear
winter is over now, nothing to fear.