It's That Time of Year

It's That Time of Year                                        March 16, 2006

It's that time of year

When the dead reawakens.

I just have to shed a tear,

And laugh as the world giggles and grins.

The world is tilting on a brand new day,

So brand new, I'm not even kidding.

It's that time of year

To dance, for we are free.

The birds are singing a tune,

Though we can't comprehend, we know too well.

The bears are emerging from the caves

God built to house their slumbering souls.

Young boys and girls join one another,

Coming of age for the beginning of The Dance,

And yes, it's that time of year again

To dance, for we are free.

Winter's chilly grasp on our souls

Seemed to be choking us of all vibrancy.

Jack Frost painted a dull picture

To counter Monet's Water Lilies.

Those of us lucky enough to survive

After the annual Ice Age blitz

Know enough to realize when

It's that time of year again,

That it's time to celebrate,

That's time to dance our cares away,

That life is free to spring forward.