The trees of spring as the sun returns

Merrily decorating the bare fields of gloom,

Whence barren branches writhe and weep

As the tears of rain that trickle from winter’s chill

Are dried with the fronds of cheer.

As white glows a pristine coral,

And as the birds serenade the luster

That breathes and sighs the cadences of joy

For mirth is here once again!

Hence the corners of a frozen mouth

Bitter and cold with the neglectful spirit of unyielding age

Lift in a radiant remembrance of laughter and light

As the world recalls the harmony of springtide!

With eyes of warmth

And an air of blithe,

As the spirit of happiness pirouettes into our mouths

Echoing a sensation of rapture.

Once we pluck the strings of a glorious harp

Raising our voices to indulge in a song

Clapping our hands,

Dancing to the meter of waltzing time.

We shall be complete,

And welcome the change of season and mind

With open arms.