Some adorned the branches,

Some fell by the wayside.

Some still fragrant,

Some lay broken.

Some still fresh,

Some all beaten up.

Just like all of us.

But look closely- the ones that are beaten and broken,

Are still beautiful.

The wind ripped them apart,

But they are still colorful.

They haven’t lost their charm.

So whether you are complete,

Or you are broken;

Whether you are fresh,

Or all beaten up by life,

Know that you are beautiful;

Know that you are beautiful.

When Spring refuses to spring

When Spring refuses to spring

And the clouds spell gloom

The buds won’t just bloom

Find that uber yellow bush

Or that extra lush patch of green

Or may be head out in rain

With a spring in your step

So that you find your Spring

Even when Spring refuses to spring!