The joy of Easter comes to us slowly,
Rousing us from winter's death and cold,
Causing our eyes to lift and notice
Budding trees and nodding snowdrops, ...
The gleaming gold frills of sunset,
Lighting the distant depths of blue unknown
On the edge of grey-backed rolling clouds,
Merging and melting into the dark of another night ...
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