Early in the season of hope, when life renews
With the last of frosts and the first of blooms
Before the days are longer, I get a case of the blues
My heart grows heavy as I feel it begin to loom
Just for a short while, the depression wins
Dragging me under, blinding me to the beauty I see
In my constant battle, I forget to let the sunlight in
Pulling and shoving, my gloominess won’t let me be
Glumly, in the mornings, I rise and face each new day
But the moroseness will only last for a short time
When the vision around me finally makes it all okay
And enjoying the sun’s warmth, I can make a rhyme
Rising from my misery, to stand in awe of the enchantment
Watching the flowers grow, lifting me from my despair
Raising my spirits, causing them to soar with abandonment
Dancing in the green grass with no cares, the wind in my hair
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