A squirrel scurrying through the damp ground,
Finally comes out, looks around
To find that it has the whole forest to itself and there exist no bounds.
A red robin parched on a leafless branch
Shares stories, sings about its glories –
Reminiscing about the time when the whole world was its ranch
The leaves begin emerging, slowly adorning the moist, bare lumber,
Bringing back life- birds, butterflies, bees and hives,
Once again the air is filled with colours, sounds, souls and wonder
With the battle against the withering winter won, even we have been given a choice:
We can relive the winter blues, meditate upon the cold grey hues
Or, we can give wings to our dreams, songs to our love, and the artist within us a new voice.