A New Day
Sitting on the edge of a river,
Swaying both feet across the water,
Creating small, swirling whirlpools.
A young birch tree grows nearby,
Surrounded by young flowers,
Who’ve just sprouted after the long winter.
The fierce icy wind of old has passed
And in its place,
A warm gentle spring breeze.
The torment of the cold,
And solemn desperation of the landscape
Is a thing of the past.
Now, it is calm and bright,
Birds chirp their merry little songs,
Welcoming the new season.
