Winterís End

By: Piet Veerman

 Once In A Wood At Winterís End
The White Silence Turned Into Sound
The Good Old Sun, Becoming Young
Made All The Birds Rise Up In Song

  Shadows Of The Snowblocked Trees
They Made Mummy By The Freeze
But Caught In New But Known Delight
They Mingled To Hear The Birds Recite

  And Winter Time
Reaching Itís End
It Had To Be
It Was Dying

  And I Could Hear
A Sound Of Singiní
Summer Was Slowly
Beginning Beginning

  Glazed And Shining Was The World
That Fought To Have Itís Leaves Unfurled
Itís Harvest Hanging In Between
I Could See The Spring Begin

  And Winter Time
Reaching Itís End
It Had To Be
It Was Dying

  And I Could Hear
A Sound Of Singiní
Summer Was Slowly
Beginning, Beginning