Rebirth
A warm breeze stirrs barren branches,
Snow melts from the ground,
Tender green shoots appear,
Barren branches, transform,
Becoming billowing masses,
Of rich green seas, russtling,
softly in the breeze,
Testifing for all to see,
The promise of rebirth,
That spring does bring,
Even as your love,
Doth fufill me.