The first breath of spring
Allows the world hope
For to escape winter
Is a great relief
A rope thrown to the drowning
An offer of warmth
A time to recover
And renew
From the time in the dead season
When all surrounds is gray
Sleep fights exhaustion
And we give up the idea
Of fleeing
Because there's no safety
Outside of home
And summer follows
When we can be festive
And love greatly