Spring's Breath, Voice And Touch
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Shaun Cronick
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The Breath of Spring is over the land,
With myriad seedlings deep in earth.
Now alert and all a tip-toe stand,
Eager to share their glad new birth.
The Voice of Spring is in the lane,
And countless birds with swelling throats.
Freed from grim winters silent chain,
Pour forth their joy in liquid notes.
The Touch of Spring has stirred my heart,
To dream of brighter, happier greener days.
As nature paints rainbow's gleams like art,
With mists that rise to reveal life's ways.
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