Two journeys that we tragic take,

These misfortunes over which we rake,

Tears or tantrums, our fears cry,

It is safe to soar high & fly,

How long does this all last?

Will I recover from the past?

Two books are embryo thought,

One for you, & one being wrought,

After our long winters break,

All nature nurtures & wakes,

Shepherds spring as lambs are born,

Share & sing at your own new dawn,

 As April showers give way to May,

All our blossoms are blooming & away.