At the end of winter your heart can feel empty.
It’s like all plants in your garden started hiding underneath the ground.
All that is left is this plain base,
No growth, no progress, nothing to get excited about.
But when the first rays of sunshine touch my skin,
All the plants start to peek underneath the sand.
Creating a world full of energy,
A world full of wonders.
Butterflies are flying through my garden,
Creating a feeling I can’t describe.
It’s like my heart is blooming.