“the joy of spring”

The snowdrifts bow and softly fade,  
As dawn unveils the earth’s parade—  
A robin’s song, crisp in the blue,  
A hymn the budding willows knew.

Green fingers poke from thawing ground,  
Lost daffodils are swiftly found.  
The breezes, gentle, sweet with rain,  
Dance laughter through the grassy lane.

Bluebells ring in shaded gloam,  
Bees in golden armor roam.  
Cherry petals, blushed and bright,  
Drift and spin in morning light.

Each day the cloak of winter sheds  
Pearled dew from tulip, rose, and sedge.  
Children tumble, shoes flung high,  
Under the gold-embroidered sky.

Oh, heart, awake! Let sorrow pass,  
Entranced by sunlight in the grass.  
The world’s rebuilt, anew, again—  
That’s the joy of spring, my friend.

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