The golden ray hits the ground from the sky blue above,
reaching the realm of the living.
The ground, decorated with the crumbs of gold,
and you know it is the time of Spring.
Easy breeze tangling with the branches of the tree,
I see some spots of vibrant green, where originally dead empty.
As I stare, a red bird fly to me,
and singing happily a song of cheer.
The birds sing too loud to each other, I thought,
that the sound wakes also butterflies and bees,
hovering on their garden, searching for honey,
and telling me my smile is as sweet.
A squirrel comes alone, watching me innocently,
with its black shiny eyes, holding a pine cone.
Want to invite me on a tree, and sunbathe,
maybe seeing from my eyes that I am all alone.
Though I still see on the ground patches of withering leaves,
brown and dim. Though there is still a track of snow,
somewhere, the power of gold covers the world,
and I see green heads trying to push out the soil.
Such a lovely day, lovely weather,
and this is the Spring of Michigan coming.
Everything in the world cheering me up,
and I smile, as I know this is a Spring just for me.
And Hope is coming. The Spring is just for me.