One more day of hibernation,
Dreaming of spring,
And I know so well what spring looks like
That I see it as if my eyes were awake.

And it is spring,
And spring is there,
But as I live and breathe and sleep,
I dream of some ideal spring
Somewhere else,
On this, the last day of hibernation.

There's a time to make a difference.
There's a time to pull the difference down
And make a new one.

And there's a time to dream,
Today, on this last day of hibernation.

-jenn