So soft the breeze, it covets me,
And the sun begins to thaw.
A golden ray to touch me,
Let me feel a know bud.
A chirping in the tree lined street,
Recalls the energy of new life.
And serenades the coming glory,
Of natures finest hour.
No finer season I behold,
When hope becomes a shower.
That covers Earth to satisfy,
Our need to be reborn.
Oh joy of joys deliver me,
Into the calming winds.
And force a bloom of paradise,
That lifts our wilted hearts.
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