Birds will fly freely, clouds will drift softly.
The harsh chill of winter draws to a close,
Everything will revive gradually.
Stars vanish yet they still twinkle fearlessly,
As the new dawn is swept by wind that blows,
Birds will fly freely, clouds will drift softly.
Beneath the willow branches rests a fairy,
Sleeping oh so gently upon a rose.
Everything will revive gradually.
The winter fell so fast and passes by.
Everything once frozen now melts so that
Birds will fly freely, clouds will drift softly.
Sunshine makes the green hills glow so warmly,
Illuminating lush serene meadows.
Everything will revive gradually.
Earth wakes from her dream of prosperity,
Whilst flora blooms and fauna squeaks and crows,
Birds will fly freely, clouds will drift softly,
Everything will revive gradually.
A Petrarchan sonnet by Gabe Scott
(Me)
