Awakening by A. Warfield

Wake up slowly, wake up softly,

wake up from your winter slumber.

Spring is waiting, watching, wishing,

she shines a light, a little longer each day,

willing for you to notice her.

She spreads green growth amongst the branches,

she stirs the seeds beneath the soil.

one by one, each seed begins to bravely blossom,

each in its own time.

Slowly, steadily - up and up

towards the promise that the surface holds,

to feel the air, the sun, the light, the rain.

Colours emerge from dark clay

waving in the Spring wind,

calling to you, singing,

wake up slowly, wake up softly.

Let spring in-and feel her warmth,

as she tenderly reveals change is here.

The light is coming.

The light is coming.

Spring has come again.