The budding trees are dancing their welcome to Springtime,
bless them, as if this dance could be their last. You never know.
Anything can happen, and for all its brilliance and potential, mankind
has once more pushed this spinning world right to the brink.
Nevertheless, today the sky is blue and sap is rising,
and robins dart in little flocks above the fields. It’s true,
what the poet said about hope. It springs eternal. So
let us dance and may the life within us swell in gladness.
Why are we here at all, if not to give thanks?