The thunders lighting up the sky
The lions roaring in March
You can see the squirrels hopping by
Lost in the woods of the larche
The smell of fresh air is lightening up the minds
With the plants fearlessly growing around sights
Don’t ever be left behind
The upcoming spring will serve you as a knight
The rain will abruptly stop someday as a price
March will have to keep all the temper to itself,
It’s an act for the sacrifice,
for the drive towards maturity as a lamb
But the beauty of the season is the change
The raising energy accepting the nature
March can be the self as the strange
At the end, the bohemian creature
Please take me home, the rain of March
On the back of the lion, fleeing for revenge
“Roar”
March 17th, 2022