It is spring and I wrote a poem:

The snow is melting, 
Pale green ushering its leaving.

The song of the birds on the rushing wind, 
Warm from the rays of the sun,
Finds me again.

The universe moves in warped lines
Winter is the harshest of lies.
I believe it every year
Spring will never come
Hope fades to grey
I want you to stay.

The hemisphere grows warm
My soul comes undone.
Wonder and green
Hope and spring
Bids the lie goodbye
As little buds greet the eye
Of every wonderstruck being
Who sees the daring of their revolt

Revolutions start small
The grandest of them all.