wake up

You wake up one day
and spring has come
it is the rain who tapped
with a tousand little fingers
at the windows, and now has stopped.
it left the place to the sun
who warmed up the earth just a bit
enough that there is perfume in the air
now from those pretty weeds.
as pretty and green as they are
they sneaked in the yard
from the forests,
they take over the lawn and your soul
and it is certaing that everything
started to grow,
including that song
you harbored in your chest
and kept warm during winter
now it is ready to go
high, in the air, free fliying
and lifting you up on its wings.
you are on your way
go ahead - dancing your way
forward like those pretty weeds
from the forest