Within the grey dead branches 
  life waits to spring forth
A bud, bits of green, a flower
  it comes with time, rain, sun
Pointing to the change 
  surrounding us with
Sweet smells, earthy air, fresh morning
  dewy drops covering blades
Green grass springing through
  brown hard tufts
Lost is the hold of winter
  gone again as the birds
Sing their greeting 
  to the morning warmth
Be still, abide
  breath in what is hidden
Listen to the lesson 
  contained on the breeze
Life is coming
  change is here
We did not die
  so goes the cycle