The rain sings its' lullaby
As the day slowly pass by
The sun rests its' wings
As the clouds dances in the sky
Bare branches reaches but remains emptyhanded
Dark against the grey sky they inflict fear
They inflict fascination.
Fingers stroke over them
Feel the hard and cold wood
Life flows from the branches
As they start dancing in the wind
Slowly they start to bloom.
All the colours against the grey sky.
It is like an explosion of life
What was dead yesterday
Are so alive today
And I start to realize...
The spring has found its' way home.
