
As spring encroaches on the everlasting winter,
The sun bring warm days full of false hope of no more snow
Kids fill the streets with dusted off bikes and laughter

The grass starts to show signs of still being alive
Flower start to push their way up through the muddy ground
All I can think of is waking in the mountains
Tent covered in dew drops
Shivering as I wake the fire
As the sun lights the valley,
The birds start to sing
The mountains wake
Elk bugle somewhere off in the distance
Squirrels start to chatter
But today it is still winter
We call this false spring down in town
The mountains still covered deep with snow
With winds that bite
But sun that shines and
Brings the world back to life