It is spring.
I look outside to see the birds wake with chirping voices,
Calling songs as warm and bright as the hours ahead.
I see the flowers shaking off their slumber,
Stretching in the early dawn to greet the day
Unfurling their leaves and straightening their stamen,
Faces turned upwards towards the sunlight.
It is spring.
I look inside to see the cobwebs that grew within me
blow away like flying kites in the breeze.
I see the darkness shrouded across my mind
Dissipate in the light that pours through my open window,
Revealing the cracked but vibrant wallpaper
That stretches around my very soul
To immerse myself in renewed creativity.
