Breath of Spring
The nightingale sings me a song of flames
But I wake up to the early morning rays
And they show me a bright Spring day
Water racing down the creek
Birds chirping on trees still barren
Earth touching the tips of my toes
I breathe – every breath a small miracle
A sparkle it brings to my eyes
Oh, how Winter has been so long!
It felt like a year, maybe a little more
I start to feel alive again
Words I used to know come rushing
It has been so long, it will take time
But I will dress my wounds in cinnamon and wine
And I breathe in again
The same early Spring air
Is this joy?
How I long for you, my friend!
But I wake up to the early morning rays
And they show me a bright Spring day
Water racing down the creek
Birds chirping on trees still barren
Earth touching the tips of my toes
I breathe – every breath a small miracle
A sparkle it brings to my eyes
Oh, how Winter has been so long!
It felt like a year, maybe a little more
I start to feel alive again
Words I used to know come rushing
It has been so long, it will take time
But I will dress my wounds in cinnamon and wine
And I breathe in again
The same early Spring air
Is this joy?
How I long for you, my friend!