The Wind of Change

The grief of winter burning inside me,

Feeling the snow slowly melting from my bushy leaves.

The freezing weather is now ending.

Ice is cracking to reveal an ice-cold, rushing river.

Possums are feeding on nuts,

Wombats, climbing out of their burrows.

But... this spring feels different,

Happiness covers me all around.

From biggest to tiniest creature,

They all feel the wind of change.