We, who live in cold winters
Have impatience
For spring comes slowly
Hopes and dreams of daffodils, tulips and lillys
Buddings open as a turtle crawls
Melt oh snow
We yearn for springs grand entrance
Bees buzzin'
Seedlings germinate
We can only hope for
Pray for
A peacful spring
Please, don't be late
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