Lyrics
Just before spring,
When the roads below are but ice,
The clouds above lurk dark, and leafless tree crowns
Cast pitch-black shadows against the ever-twilit sky.
Just before spring,
I start to fear if Earth will come to live once again.
If trees will blossom white and pink and green, their bony leafless tree trunks
Reaching no longer barren into that cold twilight air.
If clouds unleash their watery wrath upon the dried up soil, and make a
Way for gentle morning sunlight, thawing the ice of the roads away.
Or if winter has finally conquered
Earth once and for all.
Yet as I wonder and fear,
A small beetle flies onto my hand
A small bud grows green out of a dead branch,
A softly-warm breeze breaks the waning spell
Of winter.