Telling me that it gets easy
Like an angel of my afterlife
In the misty Austrian Alps today
The spring rain, is cold and light
Heavy and pink flowers of cherry
Pure shades of a singular white
Calling from depths of this new green
Unsure, present, burning bright
My windows are colored with water
And all that was worth the fight
That unwavering decision of spring
Trickles down, to find new heights.
(How lucky to have finally survived)
-Al