The dark night sky fades away, becoming soft morning colors . The twilight hues begin to lighten.
She will be here soon.

She will look on us, rising slowly from the east, awaiting for her time to shine.
She will be here soon.

Then She will gather the warm winds,
that will change a cold winter night into a spring morning. Daring something inside of us to bloom.
She will be here soon.

And while She is here, She will smile on us and bring warm loving rays on our faces. We that were once only sleeping, will awake and show our brillance of violet, white, red and blue.
She will be here soon.

We will smile back at her with our soft colors.
And we will love her.
She will be here soon.

But jealous clouds came and hid Her from us.
She did not come.
Our colors will not show today,
instead we will fall back to sleep, dreaming that
She will be here soon.