• Snow has gone
    Beneath the rays of sun.
    Frosty left with no goodbyes.
    The grass crawls out
    And cries to the sun
    "I want to live!"

    The human hybernation
    Is forced to come to an end.
    Forced to move,
    To LIVE again,
    To BREATH again.

    I smile,
    The warmth is nice.

    I frown,
    As I think
    "I'll miss the excuse,
    to cuddle close to you."