Seasons change

I sit in my little space and quiet music fills the room.

It is late in the evening but the rays of twilight still pierce through my square window.

This is my first experience of winter transiting into spring, and it is beautiful.

The gardens overflow with people on picnic mats at midday,

while the fountains of London's squares gush in excitement

at the sunny blue skies.

In her simple way, nature mirrors my own life.

Tells me that there is a spring after every winter

and sunny blue skies after an eternity of cold.

Let's start from here,

where everyone is happy and the mood is upbeat.

Help me find my way home.