Winter turns into spring.
Nights turn into mornings.
I’m so glad to see you rise from the east
Because I could spend a lifetime watching you from the west.
Although the distance makes everything feel so distant,
I can feel your eternal sunshine clear up my showers,
From the forest fires to the blooms of the wild flowers.
You speak the truest art, a form that has no start.
And remind me somehow in this crazy world there's something greater than we.
So together let’s keep singing, dancing, and crying forever for what’s meant to be.
Use me, use you, my muse.