Spring

New leaves over head,
New grass under foot.
Birds that sing to me.
Flowers bursting through the ground.
Rebirth, renewal, all that I hold dear
Is in this one season held.
I weep for joy to feel
The cold rain in my hair.
The warm sun upon my cheeks.

The winter is done.
ItÃs time to live again.

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