Color finds its way onto my lawn,
Wild flowers, purple and yellow
Peeking through the dried dirt,
Waiting to be rained upon
Birds above, chirping and calling
Having finally returned home
Blue skies and clouds like a painting,
Revealing what is already known
My skin is warm from the sun
Awakening the parts idle
There’s new energy in my step,
A further reach in my stretch
Just a spark of spring
We are born again