Seasons Change

It's not spring yet.
It's not spring when the flowers bloom.
It's not spring when the grass grows lush and thick over the hills,
And when green sprouts from barren branches.
Its not spring when the dew of early morning casts a thin veil over the world.
It's not spring yet.

It's not spring until the ice of your frozen heart melts.
It's not spring until you can let new love into your life.
It's not spring until you can rise in the early morning, look out at the blooming flowers, the rolling green grass, the dewdrops on the ground,
and want to live.
Because the seasons don't change
Unless you change them.