The sun bursting forth its beaming light
Across the greening lawn,
Accents the aura of spring delight
This early dew damp dawn.
As all the signs of night now fade,
This vision, through pane, I steal,
Birds frolic o'er each tender blade
In search of morsel meal.
Stretching toward the cloak of sky
Flowers push their stems of green,
To the tune of swirling wind swept sigh
The limbs of trees careen.
This vision that I now behold,
So refreshing to my mind,
As I see the signs of spring unfold,
Thoughts of winter are left behind.
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