Stony earth, cold as winter’s wind,
Softens under spring’s warm sun.
Frozen streams resume seaward trek,
Dormant trees awake and quicken,
Budding forth to hail new season.
Birds sing of their joyous return,
Awakening winter’s slumberers.
Soon shall brittle browns of dead things
Turn to gold, life resurrected.
Showers will fall and sun shall rise,
Nourishing all Earth’s children.
We shall be cleansed and renewed.
May we try harder, reach higher.
This time may we tour the heavens.
Plummeting skyward, may we soar
Away from our hellish abyss,
Leave the depths behind and below.