When first bare limbs burst forth newest green Bright finches claim a sunny spot to sing Gray clouds part, blue sky’s finally seen. A sense of hope shines forth from everything Red robins dance the fresh-worm breakfast hop. Warm breeze makes the big wind chime ring. Survival's stressful sounds just stop Replaced by gentle psalms of placid peace. Life is good, the bottom to the top. Winter's worries agree their war to cease. Beauty everywhere in everything is seen. Life's joy, magic, smiles and love increase. Clouds scatter, deep blue skies are seen When bare limbs burst forth newly sprouted green.