Goodbye Sullen Sky
Cold winter’s grip faltering
No longer is altering
Goodbye sullen sky, birds hello
The barren branches green leaves grow
In a light breeze, now they start to sway
Gracefully, on the grass shadow play
River deep never fails bubbling new tales
Near the secret wood cabin made of nails
Now build under the ledge warm nests to settle in
And not fear a strong storm with its lightning