The Up & Coming Magazine

Ah spring

Your orchestra is ready,

Violins and pianos

Trumpets and cellos

All become one when you arrive.

From winter’s ashes

You sprout up,

Like a Phoenix rises

You rose up to envelop all

Your warmth is next to none

The first love of Gaia herself.

Lovers listen

Listen to the melody,

Spring is here

Every tune you hear

Let it be known

Here’s one orchestra that never fades

Spring, a season of warmth.

Hear ye, hear ye

Spring is here,

Throw off your coats

Let no ice be seen

A time like this

Is meant for family

Here in this world

Warmth is needed.

This was written by our contributing writer, Adiela Michael.