When you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, what do you see?
A heavy yesterday suckling on you?
A dark clouded past thundering at you?
An unforgiving you?
A stone heart-ed you?
A lion roaring at you?
An enduring you?
A simple you smiling at you, "Spring is in the air, forgive and be forgiven. Dont take it too hard, smile now and wipe your tears, blossom in the field does not last long."
Spring is in the air.