Winter is over, now here I sit
Beside the trunk of an old tree
Watching a butterfly skip a beat
While dancing in circles over me
The sun shines shyly today
Half hiding behind the clouds
But still giving warmth to where the buttercups lay
As I try to listen to other sounds
I hear nothing but the quiet air
Giving me perfect tranquility
Nearby sits an old brown hare
Enjoying the sun like me
I look around and thought, "Spring is here,
Generously breathing life to everything."
A gazelle runs after a deer
But I'm still here, deliberating
Something's still missing, I can tell
'Cause I'm feeling not half so happy
The big red rose I've known so well
is nowhere, where could it be?
I stood up and searched for my flower
Starting to lose control, I feel like shattering
Desperation pushes me everywhere
But I'm still finding nothing
Crying in defeat, I fall on my knees
And watched my tears hit the ground
The wind brushed against my face
I wiped my tears and turn around
I stare in awe to what I saw
On the wide field's less gramineous bed
In a space under a dying mistletoe
Lies the first rose of winter's end.
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