there is a crispness in the air
fresh morning dew on the grass
a scent of something warmer to come
and the scant songs of birds

the sure signal that spring is on the horizon
and the endless days of cold gone
fresh spring blooms will soon scent the air
as flowers emerge triumphant

you are the butterfly emerging from the cocoon
stretching your wings and flying
soaring toward new destinations
celebrating a new year

let the birds sing as they awaken
the flowers rise towards the warmth of the sun
allow yourself the chance to bloom anew