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Springs Joyous Awakening

by Erik Estabrook

forth and onward spring grows,

in hilly fields and vast meadows,

through sparkling pines, and archaic village vines,

let the new birth arise,

slolum to the land, great spring,

let us see lots of sunny evenings,

as much as I like snow,

its shuttered me in,

with robins song, new life,

my isolation is forbidden, 

I can't say for fact, when I'd like winter back,

but my heart is like a fluttering humminbirds wings

unfurl your gown of green,

Mother nature, and coat everything,

get a painter to paint the beginning of elation,

and I'll sit by my favorite tree.