I was born in the spring, 

when flowers bloom through mud

and dandelions paint the grass which

turns green once again under the sun's comforting rays.

 

I was born in the spring, 

when the robins return again to raise their young,

all the while singing a familiar old song

of peace and happiness.

 

Like the flowers in the springtime, I am blooming.

Like the dandelions, I am putting color where once there was nothing.

Like the robins, I am singing a song which my kind has sung since the beginning of time,

a familiar old song of life and beauty.

 

I was born in the spring,

the season of rebirth:

when flowers bloom through mud and dandelions paint the grass

which turns green once again under the sun's exhilarating rays.

Published by Jasmine Uitto