Earth holds her breath.
We take slow steps through Winter to Spring.
At dawn I hear the loudest song.
The birds know. Winter always goes away, one day.

Silence.

Spring will come.
Just wait.
Just wait.
Just wait.

Silence.

Tree buds still closed,
We touch buds clasped tight, holding back blossoms.
The whisper of Hope sings through the trees.
The trees know. Winter always goes away, one day.

Silence.

Spring will come.
Just wait.
Just wait.
Just wait.

Silence.