Mother Earth stretches and yawns.
She wipes the sleep out of her eyes
As Sun’s warmth caresses her
And kisses her awake.
All of her children rise, too.
They inhale Morning’s new fragrance
As winter quilts melt away
Setting them free once more.
Things that seemed dead come alive.
They sing the new song of promise
That proclaims the joy of Spring,
Until the whole world smiles.
