As Winter
As Winter has not yet decided
to choose Spring, or go or to stay,
those minuscule finches are playing
and jumping and fly all the way!
It’s April, but winds are all friendly,
yet fresh, and all buds are so green!
All trees don now beautiful blossoms,
like never a Spring has it been!
O, Mother Earth, rich and so lovely,
with plenty and plenty of gifts!
A song for your wonderful glory
of beauty and marvelous treats!
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