SPRING

SPRING

Many times I’ve heard birds sing
but never sweeter than in Spring,
nor richer have I smelled the air
rising from the earth now bare.
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All will soon be dressed in green
in shades of which are yet unseen
and flowers will a promise keep
as they awake from winters sleep.
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Then dot the landscape all around,
color springing from the ground,
as is painted by Gods hand
and Spring begins in this land.

Monty