I tried so hard to be sad today
Think thoughts that were most profound. 

Ernest, deep and heart-breaking
words they say, 
that are most striking. 

But I could not stop singing out aloud.
In glory of the view outside.

A sun that shone
A breeze so sweet.

Golden light on wintery white
Snow that spoke of a spring in the making. 

Jacket in hand
I left the house.

Strolled along a river. 
Sweetly flowing.

Though the trees are still brown. 
Spring is coming!
Spring is coming
sang the birds in merry chorus.