Swaying in the wind,
I see that spring
has finally arrived.
I can tell—
as the lovely birds
begin to sing
each and every
blissful morning.
I feel alive
after many months
of quiet slumber.
I awaken to change,
a new beginning,
soaking in warm
sunlight on this
captivating morning.
I had to wonder—
would I ever wake
after such a long winter?
I had grown afraid
that I’d never live
to feel the sun
upon my face
on another morning.
But I found you
once again—
the bright light
of my lonely life.
I am a flower,
and you are the sun.
All I have to say
to you: