There's a certain inexplainable feeling that comes with the changing of the seasons
Quite mystic, possibly spastic
However all around quite rhythmic
The air gathers
contains a clarity felt only by children
And those who are awake
Perhaps it's a sort of happiness
Not quite, yet floating
Symbols are no longer macabraic
However the feelings of uncertainty and nervousness still reside within
Spring is coming
It's time to begin
