Like the opening of your eye, the winter broke,
And I was there to see the melting sun
Turn all her rays upon the frozen waste
And start the little streams upon their run.
Old Mother Earth began to shake her skin,
She flexed the binding of her winter's peace;
It broke, and then the ice revealed the earth
That shimmered with the joy of her release.
In every bud the petals preened for love.
On every bough the birds began to sing,
The grass below the snow now bloomed above,
Deep in the woods the bells began to ring.
And I was there! What more is there to say
When Spring breaks through upon a winter's day?
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