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I watch the seasons come and go, I hear the robin sing, And in my Winter-weary heart I know that it is Spring. The little brook is chattering, So happy to be free; A daffodil in yellow dress Joins in the revelry. Flowers lift wee, bright faces In yards most everywhere; The butterflies and honeybees Are sipping nectar there. The sky is turning brighter blue, The lawn is sprouting green, Pink blossoms on the dogwood tree Fulfill an artist's dream. As though this still were not enough The weary heart to please, The lilac spills her sweet perfume Upon the rain-washed breeze. I watch in awesome wonder As Winter's on the wing And our God in loving kindness Sends the season we call "Spring.” |
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