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                          This weather's cold.

                       A pattern thats getting old.

                          I'm ready to fold.

                            Too long, it has had a hold.



                             I look all over the ground.

         No snow can be found.  Where did it go?  I know.

                            Finally, green can be seen.

                             There are leaves on the trees.

                              I feel the warmth of the breeze.

         I make a note that I can go outside without a coat.



                              A song I sing.

                         A song of spring.

                          I see the birds in the sky.

                        I see with my home.

Coming home.  trees in the breeze, no longer alone.

                          All the bird songs can be heard.