“Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
The unborn grass lies waiting
For its coat to turn to green
The snowbird sings the song he always sings
And speaks to me of flowers
That will bloom again in spring”
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What fantastic imagery! What promise! What hope!
I used to hate this song by Anne Murray as a child.
As a child, I never really payed much attention to the lyrics.
The lyrics were just unnecessary details.
And unnecessary details included anything that I wasn’t interested in hearing.
I heard only what I wanted to hear and what involved me.
What involved me were affairs of a child, a teen, a young heart that was green.
A green heart is one that has not yet bloomed, not yet grown, not yet matured.
Maturity brings a bigger lens through which to see the bigger picture.
A bigger picture must always include other people and their lives.
The lives of others can only be seen when one steps out of one’s own life.
One’s own life is much more valuable when it is shared freely and completely.
A complete life is not pretty. It can be messy. But it is shared.
To share is to live, it is to be, it is divine. It is sacred.
There is a sort of reverence in unborn grass – as there is in the soul that yearns for summer
I must wait. The course of nature is not my own. Yet, it speaks to me of spring.
What fantastic imagery comes to mind! What promises I hold in my heart! What hope does spring eternal!
I now love this song, Snowbird, by Anne Murray.
As an adult, I pay attention to the lyrics.
The lyrics are necessary details.
And I am interested in everything.