Depressed in Spring

I will make my voice sing in the frostbitten spring  
And sing forlorn songs in the barren wood  
The barren wood that has not responded to the Sunlight’s fertile songs
 
The winds’ gloomy breeze calls forth memories of winter’s past crimes  
And the deceptively depressed blue skies expose the earth’s lies
 
Why does the Spring sing Gregorian chants ?
And why does the heart string break at the sight of Nature’s dance  ?
 
 
Blood was shed on the white of the snow
Pain was spread from above to below