Life lacks lustre
And my world is grey;
As it re-awakes,
Is it here to stay?
I’ve slumbered long
In my cocoon,
Sheltered and shielded
‘Neath a midday moon.
Spring with its joy
Struggles to bring
Its warmth and colour,
Its song to sing.
But after the storm
The clouds disperse;
I await with hope
To end my verse.