The melting snow still glistens
The mountains kissed with sun
Calls of nature and I still listen
Walkin’ muddy paths still fun

Searching heavily in disguise
Patterns of fields and snow
Are very similar to the skies
Where clouds and sunlight go

Land and water stained by time
Awaiting a brand new start
A willing sun starts to climb
My glad awakening heart

The smelly first signs of spring
Smoky fires from a sugar shack
A fresh new cycle life does bring
Walking through the Hard’ack