Over rotted leaves and roots
and brittle branches cast aside
by forests dying for rebirth,
you spring ahead in sprightly dance
to reawaken slumbrous earth,

your liberated locks aswirl
invigorating instant blooms
while you may lean and leap to turn
through music none attend but you
as grays grow rosy pink or blue
and yellows, reds and purples surge
in fields freed from winter's dirge:

so frozen waters flow from time
birdsong quickens back to chime
and foliage fills barren plains
where seedlings push past old remains
as death departs this vital rite
of evergreen and lavender
and butterflies emerge to flight
restoring beauty, hope, and light.