Vernal flush paints breeze in tree canopies
Sounds of creation ring sweet in my ears
Timeless music wrapped in fond memories
Of days gone by beneath celestial spheres.
Unfurling of spring lays bare inner purpose,
Sets free pent-up essence waiting to dance,
Puts an end to reasons for postponed hopes
And comforts troubled heart in verdant manse.
When spring raises voices in field and woodland,
Let them strike heartstrings akin the Great Bard,
Let them rouse good will and kindhearted hand
To serve humankind from town to farmyard.
Make time to dwell on springtide melodies
And embrace their lighthearted remedies.
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| Unfurling Spring |
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