Spring
It's cold in people's hearts
Winter has ruled too long
Feelings froze and got stuck
In daily routines.
When the sun is rising
Flowers begin to bloom
A grumpy old man looks up smiling
At the light floating into his room
When he opens the door
Possibilities float in
Getting caught in his heart
Like herrings in a fisher's net.
His feet begin to move to their own rhythm
Light as air he whirls around.
Up above him in the green trees
Birds make their first tweets
And spread their wings into new beginnings.
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