Forest Spring

Shadows of winter remain here Unclad by the early spring sun Echoes chilled by the passing time Seasons rebuild nature’s beauty Torn between worlds, the then and now Reborn in the cool forest glades Life on earth must return again In the blessed birth of springtide’s call Walking amid awakening trees Sleep talking and stretching out limbs Towards pale sun rays stirring the ground The age-old tale is told again Turning away from winter’s blues The seasons turn in verdant hues