Whispers of a season anew,
When winter's reign is almost through...

In the quiet hush of winter's end,
Where snow once lay, now flowers ascend...

Whispering winds in the midst of dawn,
Break winter’s grip, its coldness gone...

In the quiet of winter's end,
Where frost once claimed its reign...

With a gladsome heart, I set out to the world,
Through valleys and hills, my spirit unfurled...

A fetus is a person,
A life within the womb...

Our standard flies above the crowd,
A call to arms, a rallying cry...

Neither insecure nor arrogant,
A balance that’s hard to maintain...

In this world of chaos and confusion,
Where wars and hatred seem to reign...

A banner of hope in a world so feeble,
A symbol of strength in a time of need...

Life is a gift so rare,
A journey that we all must share...

Generosity of spirit is a rare treasure indeed,
And those who possess it are truly blessed indeed...