I tried so hard to be sad today
Think thoughts that were most profound.
Ernest, deep and heart-breaking
words they say,
that are most striking.
But I could not stop singing out aloud.
In glory of the view outside.
A sun that shone
A breeze so sweet.
Golden light on wintery white
Snow that spoke of a spring in the making.
Jacket in hand
I left the house.
Strolled along a river.
Though the trees are still brown.
Spring is coming!
Spring is coming
sang the birds in merry chorus.