Spring

Birds sing to welcome spring
The world comes to a wake,
Don’t know what the season may bring
But it’s time to give winter a break.

Gray skies turn to blue
The sun shines splendidly bright,
In this world, kind people are few
A new hope is coming into sight.

Morning breeze whispers in my ears,
The impermanence of everything
Brings many to their tears:
Let go and fly on eagle’s wings.

The hills are kings
The trees are queens,
Some people cry, some people sing
To find out what life means.

The lawn grows a green
Sweet clover leaves reappear,
All the suffering I’ve seen
With enlightenment will disappear.