At night I hear the roaring of the winds,
The clash of thunder and bright flash of lightning,
They’re like a hungry

She storms across these ravished lands,
Where winter’s bite still lingers.
A roar, once more, to silence man,
Now reaching

March played poker with February
And bluffed away three days,
February just laughed, knowing that
They were the winter’s

February went away today,

As March winds blew her away,

Roaring like a lion with a might howl,

Sweeping winter clouds out

In like a lion, out like a lamb

In need of renewal

That's what I am

Ready to shake off

The winter cold

Ready to inhale

Spring