In the darkness
I awoke and saw
The crescent moon
Up so high
In the morning sky
Her light gave path
Into a tree
Where a robin perched
A shadow small
Her mating call
Began
In the darknessI awoke and heard
The herald of the Spring
As the old moon dies
New life will rise
It is the sign of hope
For through the death
Which winter brings
As does life
Her sufferings
Ended
Life begins anew
So weep no more
My brothers and sisters
Winter is now passed
Clothe yourself within the light
Your suffering does not last
Beyond
The crescent moon
And robin’s song
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