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Cold stiff arms spread wide to welcome spring

Naked hands open, petals they fling

The fingers of trees, they spin the breeze

On their wake song birds float

Weaving in and out of shadowy oak

Leafy sprigs flutter and sway

Breaking the waterfall of searing day

Filtering bright into breath and fruits ripe

While down pour trickle streams

All filled with sparkle beams

Defiant reds and proud golds war with the cold

Far from once green, so lively and bold

Ever vibrant green, the color of their dreams

As they gently spiral down to blanket frosty ground

Where slumbering roots await the return of grand leafy crown

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