The season has changed, 

the bondage of your barren winter has ended, 

and the season of hiding is over and gone.

The rains has soaked the earth 

and left it bright with blossoming flowers.

The season for singing and pruning the vines has arrived.

The fragrance of their flowers whispers, 

There is change in the air.

Song of Songs 2:11-12a, 13d TPT