Outside birds sing
a familiar song.
It fills the air
with a sweet lullaby.
The breeze is cool and crisp,
the sun bold in the sky.
The morning is awake,
tiny stars fade away.
Winter has passed.
Storms have deceased.
I take a deep breath
and exhale the dead air.
Every day that passes
sets another behind,
leaving tracks of memories,
of both good and sad.
goodbye old winter!
welcome spring!
teach me a new song,
I’m ready to learn.