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But a fortnight away
Crocuses and Daphodils
Will soon push
Through the snow
A certain sign
Spring's on the way.
The Vee formations
Now in reverse
Fly North to
Tundra breeding grounds
And Arctic Fox and Hare
Will change from white to brown.
In the Boles the sap
Will stir, slowly rising
Bringing life
On each branch
Buds appear the
Leaf within seeking light.
From brown to green
The grass will turn
The Lake its' angry hue
Will shed, the skies
Of sullen grey will flee
Replaced by warming blue
Rain will fall
To cleanse the Earth
And feed the life within.
Bird song herald
The new rebirth and
The Land will bloom again.
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Spring
