When winter holds us in its icy grip.
Spring's warm melodies seem so far away.
And then one day we spot a keen snow drop;
Softly peeping through the cold, hardened ground.
And suddenly new life begins to burst forth
In violets, yellows, blues, pinks, greens and whites.
Even in old bones, the primal pith is stirred,
And a deeper purpose is rekindled.
Spring's rich colours inspire many a poet.
O Nature paints with such a sumptuous palette!
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