In a hinterland of frost and snow
No living thing would dare to grow.
We lie dormant in the ground
Fearing hope cannot be found.
Until the sun in glory brave
Once again warms up the days.
Soothe our souls with gentle rain,
While hedgerows leaves and blossoms gain.
Rejoice once more to be set free
As in our hearts those restless seeds
Seeking light, they stir and strive,
And swell with joy to be alive.
E. Travelli 