Forgive a waft of the newborn land
The sun beats down on me ever so slightly
And I can't hide this sentiment
So engulfed in the purest of bliss
Lord, thank you
Thank you greatly for the sun's warm kiss

The trees no longer stand tired, in longing
But rather dance brilliantly in their newfound attire
The expired leaves on the ground mislead
As they rest only as the last remebrance of a winter's retire
And the birds sing their songs as if all day long
Celebrating a spring so welcomed
Even the breeze, sweet savory breeze
Whistles chimes in perfect time
Oh, blessed are we for such unwarranted peace
Serenity in the form of the blossoms, the leaves
The trees to surround us in shady bloom
The birds to sing our praises in harmonious tune
The noon sun to embrace us in a passionate grasp
And the Lord to relieve us from winter at last.