"The promise of spring's arrival is enough to get anyone through the bitter winter."
When the lilacs start to bloom
And their soft scent fills the room
The trees begin to unfold their leaves
The wind blows a gentle breeze
The dewdrops glisten in the light
Now I know that they were right
Without winter we would never see
The delicate blossoms of the plum tree
Or the lush carpet of green grass
That tells us the bitter snow is in the past
The flowers start attracting bees
Begin to sip the sweet iced tea