The air of spring
Present turmoil belies a shift
In the soul of humanity
While hard we toil, the greatest gift
Is bestowed for posterity
A blessing so long awaited.
Those who are thirsty for its wine
Become the first recipients
Those who accept lies, satisfied
With half truths, will be defiant
Meanwhile the air of spring rises.
By CarolineCecile - 01/25/12