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Spring Calling
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Nature
The trusting buds,
Of Spring’s embrace,
Manifest now,
With modest haste.
A leaf will sprout,
From the branch,
Ignoring our common,
Need for rhyme.
Be wary, young bud,
Of Spring’s arms,
A cold wind may blow,
To cause you harm.
Be strong,
Stay true,
Make it to summer,
Kinder days wait for you.
