• I sit at my window in my cold lonely room
    Waiting for lovely Spring to bloom
    For Winter has been here far too long
    And keeps Spring from singing her beautiful song
    But every time she gets so close
    Winter grabs her by the throat
    “How dare you try to tell
    the world of your beauty and what would dwell,”
    He tightens his grip and threatens death
    “The earth so clean and air so fresh
    No one will ever hear the truth of your words
    They will never hear the song of the birds”
    he throws her to the ground his cold touch still felt on her skin
    He looks her in the eye with an evil grin
    And walks away satisfied with the evil he has done
    But Spring gets up and brushes off the dirt
    Her dress is torn but she is not hurt
    She’ll just keep trying until she succeeds
    Till she plants her jasmine seeds
    So here I sit in my sold lonely room waiting for lovely spring to bloom