In just two weeks we'll be greeting the Easter sunrise,
with joyful, joyful songs.
New beginnings are often small and hidden:
You have to, as my mom used to say,
'Keep your eyes peeled.'
Diminutive life, silver grey, like the fence.
But sometimes, like on Easter,
the joy is too great to keep quiet:
Only 4 inches tall, tete a tetes sing:
He is risen.
And He's coming again.