It is springtime again in our city.

When the grocery store tulips arrive wrapped in colored foil, we know it's time to leave our buildings for the street.

Let us walk around the city and hold ourselves together, optimistically. Let us turn to each other and say:

"Listen, you are a prophet, you are many stories tall. My hopes hold you up there, to give you this view.

All we have to live on is the hope that keeps us here, and now I put all my hope into you."