I want to write about spring,
But the War will not let me hear,
the robin singing in the tree,
The war will not let me see,
The Cherry blossoms in Branchbrook park,
The war gives me no rest,
My mind is flooded with thoughts and visions,
The war though justified deafens,
I can think of little,
But I know that spring is coming,
May even be here now.