Winter at its End

Silence abounds as the world holds its breath

for an unseen battle is raging.

Will winter at last become subject to death?

Or will spring still ignore our loud calling.

Slowly, and almost without any warning,

a roar of new buds fill the trees.

Birds fill the air with the song of the morning

as butterflies play with the breeze.

Renewal has come to this land that was dead

in more ways than a beautiful spring.

Aslan has come to shake his great head

And declare to the land, he is king.