WinterSpring, I can fell it in the air,
The smell of snow and rotting leafs.
The winter clinging with icy hands,
Darkness lingers, not fully banned.

Light is coming, revealing casualties of last year,
The bodies of plants that died without tears.
They're protecting their children that grows down below,
Sacrificing themselves to fight of the cold.

The earth now crumbles, slowly too show,
The miracle of life that never stalls.
The winter sleep that slowly withdraws,
Dreams are wakening to make you walk tall.

The moon so brilliant watches it all,
The Goddess is pleased, her circle is cast.
It shines with might, her ritual calls,
To give what is hers and the Gods at last.

A mighty dance to focus the rite,
An act of love too fill the Earth right.
Summer is coming, anticipation soars,
Just put your ear to the ground and feel the roar.