This is the time of winter,

when all is stark and bare.

This is the time of sadness,

when all is dark and cold.

When will the sun return?

We wait while the birds are silent,

when will hearts thaw?

We wait with patient ardor,

Love love love love

melts the snow,

nourishes the soil,

and the flowers bloom.

This is the time of Spring,

it always arrives,

elated.