Kinda reminds me of a song . . "The Rose".
Turn the clocks ahead an hour, and watch the change,
Nothing ever really remains the same, . . does it ?
Observe . . . more light . . for the days,
More warmth, for the daisies,
A lighter coat, a new-born colt,
A crafty nest, . . all the best . . that springtime brings,
Green and growing, happy in knowing,
That this has happened before . . and will happen again,
Spring . . . something that has always been. . . .good for us.