Sun rise, and a rose pink dawn is emerging.
It is waking sound sleepers from their dreaming.
Warmer light is now filtering through windows.
Outside, a much calmer wind gently blows.
O there is dew on the grass and the hedgerows,
And white blossoms point to a bright tomorrow!
In verdant fields, we hear the lambs soft bleating.
Fresh in every detail, are the signs of spring
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