Dear March
How much I love you
Waited a year for your home coming
For the sweet essences you bring to me
I love you always
I visit valleys and plains and rivers and hills
To be with you
To touch you and feel your presence
Dear March
You must have called the cuckoo bird
To play its song
And the mischievous wind
To blow soft and mild
And to the clouds to gather in
A corner of the sky revealing
The soothing blueness
Dear March
Most welcome to my land
You let me stay calm and enjoy
Flowers, bees and butterflies
Dancing in a joyous mood
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