My poem about the cold start spring in Estonia.

The flowers will be blooming soon, you'll see
And trees will tickle leaves awake with glee
Spring will arrive, her canvas to be
Painted with a lush, green brush for all to see

The birds from the south will arrive
And weave new nests from branches found
In songs of joy, they will thrive
And sing beneath the starry mound

Oh, fickle spring, you are still
So irresponsible and late
It's March, but snow's all you fill
Leaving the thaw for another date

Again, capricious, idle spring
Melancholic mood is what it brings
I look outside, Monday of spring
And snow, blizzard, winter's things...

You promised to show me the world, so grand
And said I could see it with your guiding hand
Your voice would be my compass, my way to steer
And now we stand together, by the pier

Suddenly, a warmth enveloped me whole
Silk caressing my skin, making me feel whole
You said, "The sun has just begun to rise"
And I listened, painting my own sunrise

You spoke of mountains and oceans vast
Described every detail, making my heart beat fast
What about the sky? The blue expanse above?
I asked, painting it too, with a stroke of love

Just then, it felt like someone was near
I knew the wind had come, bringing a familiar cheer
It took the warm silk away, leaving a cool breeze
And I painted it too, with such ease

I kept asking you questions, wanting to know more
You sighed and continued, never feeling bored
My painting couldn't keep up with your words
But I'm still here, seeing it all for the first time, like a bird

But I can always come back here, to this place
These paintings are forever, never to be erased
If only I could wake up to this view one day
And see it all, through my own eyes, in every way.

How much I long to see the sun go red
And feel the warmth that dawn will bring
On a summer morn to be inspired
And sunbeams like a hundred comets sing

Against the backdrop of the silence hear
The singing birds fly high above
Outsinging the raging waves, loud and clear
Taking their wondrous songs of love

Endlessly hugging the sandy shore
How much I yearn to watch the sea
And what I hear, I'll trust and more
Dozens of secrets and tales to me

Let the breeze tickle my skin today
And I, happy, on a summer morn
Beneath the wind's gentle and measured sway
See the sun turn red at dawn...