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Another Spring
After a long harsh winter, spring is most welcome. |
| Another spring is now in bloom, old winter snows have passed; the bluebells all rise up in song, the buds of life are cast. The blue of sky meets forest green, red robins have returned; that white old man has gone to bed, another spring is earned. And daylight stretches out his hand, he slows the night awhile; it's longer now from dusk to dawn, that's spring's extended smile. We open up our homes to let the scent of love inside; forsythia and buttercup and sun all beam with pride. For now another spring has come to guide the applecart; rich beauty to horizon's edge, a joy to mind and heart. [Rhythm: 8-6-8-6] (Lines: 20) |