From their dreams
Their deep winter sleep
When the world begins to warm
In late March
They are new
As with birth
They are quietly moving
In the rays of the morning sun
The dead leaves will fall away
Replaced by green buds
And they will dance
Until spring is born
And the celebrate the earth
Happily
Joyfully
And the snow and ice
Will pass unmourned
For they will return
In another turn
Of the seasons
