Warm, lemonade rays fizz through the buds,
Crisp, feathered cacophony blends to peppermint-fresh song.
Life curls through the loam, dark scents enriched by glistening drizzle,
Cool as aloe – fresh and wet.
Hope murmurs a message to long forgotten corners,
‘The time has come, to return. The time has come, to stir’.