I long for tiny little buds
From the cold and naked trees
I long to hear sweet chirps of birds
The quaint buzzing from the bees
I wait so long it seems to me
For winter to lose its chill
And allowing sun to warm us
Oh yes, I’d be so fulfilled
I wait for the little signatures
That spring is on its way
When a subtle sign finally comes
It will be such a special day
The colors we get in spring
The smells that waft in the air
The lightness of our hearts
As though there’s not a single care
It won’t be long, I’m sure of it
A warm change nature will bring
It’s been a harsh and snowy winter
So please, let there be spring!
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