After months of snow and cold and dark
The mornings gets lighter and the sound of the Lark
Greet us with sunshine and the beginnings again
Of creatures just stirring in the woods and the fen
And just as in nature on the land and the sky
As I peer out of the window with a widening eye
I feel a renewal as of one recieving wisdom from above
And for this onrushing season I sense nothing but love
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