Each morning I see
The springtime coming near
I look forward to welcoming
The sunglow on my skin again
The deer and all their young
Will take the stage once more
In soft light of the dawn
Squirrels will run before the fawn
In fear towards the stream
I feel like calling out to them
I want them to stay close a-while
To celebrate with me
The turning of the page
The coming of the spring
The reason that I make this song
For anyone to sing.
'Anonymous'
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