The Sun rose up above the trees

As the light pours in, the moon flees

The owl retreats to his home

And leafs dance in the morning breeze

He stands in the shadows alone

The darkness keeps his face unknown

And as he steps into the light

His face, by sun, at last is shown

His warmth thaws the frost of  the night

The tulips’ wings spread and take flight

Spring has come at last to free;

He is Spring and his light is bright

As he arrives, Winter must flee

He flirts with Summer just as she

Begins to waken from her sleep

They dance and Spring at last is free.