"Out of nothing coming something"

The Way I Would Sing About Spring I see reaching roots and how they have grown Over and under and over the stone As here alone with it I see the tree And I wonder if the tree can see me If we share a mutual presence known To both of us if somehow this could be I sense a sense of mutuality What I think is the thing I like best about spring Is life annually renewed Asserting its birthright Overcoming its doubt Revealing its meaning Out of nothing coming something Surprising winter eyes Into a better mood Opening up and airing out Renewed life reveals its meaning Astonishing into sunlight By original spring cleaning The thing I like best about spring I see reaching roots and how they have grown The showers brought flowers but I would sing Of roots reaching over and under stone Never and always together alone This is the way I would sing about spring Over and under and over the stone +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX