Waking
He remembered
The lost months

Walking
He renewed
The choice to go on

As winter flowed
Into the promise of spring

As the small streams
Flowed into the mighty rivers

As rays of sun
And droplets of rain
Fed the blooming flowers
His renewal would begin
With the hint of spring
In the dead of winter

Two long years
Eight seasons
Twenty-four months
And never had they reached
The glory of the blossoms
The warm summer breeze
The colors of autumn
The peace of winter

Confusion ended
As he again chose
To fly free

Winter ended
Spring began
Life exploded
In an instant of grace