Hey spring how are you

A sliver of a rose that was once a part of Spring
But when Winter came to stay, it was buried in the snow
A sliver of the unknown ocean that was thought so deep and blue
When the sailors paved their way, they have seen an obvious shoal
A sliver of a tune and a melody combined
When the cello came to play, there was not a mellow beat
A sliver of the trees that the greenwood was so proud
There was one taken away but the green still looked so grand
A sliver of the clouds where they see the lucky line
When they pinched one from the pack, no one noticed here on land
A sliver of a skin that serves as my looking sunglass
When the mirror fell and broke
Myself cannot go back.