for the Laughing Daffodil Now is the thing I like best about spring How it swings in and renews everything Like just when my mind must find something new Then I trust spring must know just what to do To light my day its way out of the blue And I am delighted to say to bring Me out of the winter night I was in The butterfly knows no time to die The rose knows now is the how of why The how of now the thing of spring I sing Above all and yet I love everything About it though sometimes doubt it but when I get it have no doubt about it then And so I arrive alive to begin Now in the somehow within the something Of spring now as how again and again To care and not to care to sit still When to laugh then with the Daffodil When the weather seems like whether or not Then spring remembers what winter forgot Spring is what comes together nor between Not for the not for the whether I mean To bring the other in another way To strengthen the light and lengthen the day A way out of no way out anyway Spring is the when of the how I feel Then in the now of what becomes real Exiting winter goes out demanding Entering spring shows in understanding Winter went out because it was driven Mad by its sadness gone bad from within Spring comes in with everything forgiven Knowing how now then is when to begin Showing how the only way out is in How it swings in and renews everything Now is the thing I like best about spring +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII