I applaud the birds that sing
A pledge I make in early Spring.
No richer have I smelled the air
Rising from the earth now bare.
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Soon to be all dressed in green,
Shades of which are yet unseen.
Flowers must their promise keep,
As they awake from winters sleep.
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Then dot the landscape all around,
Color springing from the ground.
Thus itโs painted by Gods hand
And Spring begins in this land.
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