Dawn of Spring

Dawn of Spring
or Memory of the Tsars
by Frank E. George IV

Dawn of spring eternal and flourishing, bring unto me that memory, of a time with the sound of laughter echoed through the air, and the smell of herbs and wildflowers wafted through the manors of our success. Spring, sending forth babbling streams that flow without a care, birds nesting in the Aspen trees as the shouts of delight echo in the field. Spring, filled with frocks of white that flow with gentle ease that brings Renaissance of childhood and friendship spent in the meadows and forests by the sea. Without a care I sing of that glorious spring that through man's reckless desire for power and strength has killed. That Spring i sing of is gone, never to be seen. The singing of the birds replaced with the clamor of engines, and the laughs of maids replaced with the cries of disease and industry. The song is sung in memory, that too is nearly gone, existing in the hearts of the few who cherished the dawn of spring. Oh the dawn of spring, eternal and flourishing! Bring unto me that memory, so that again I might sing.

this was inspired by the piece Liebestraume No. 3 by Franz Liszt