To you who suffer winter’s grief,
The earth is weary too.
Bear witness now to spring’s renewal.
These buds of beauty, perfumed sweet,
are messengers of Joy unfolding.
To you who suffer winter’s grief,
The earth is weary too.
Bear witness now to spring’s renewal.
These buds of beauty, perfumed sweet,
are messengers of Joy unfolding.
Not According to Plan 