| The Return Of Spring |
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Beneath a cloudless sky, The land is fresh and fair. Hope springs eternal, in the heart, Amid the beauty everywhere. The perfume of the blossoms Is carried on a tender breeze And timid little violets grow Beneath the old oak trees. Lambs bleat in the meadows, Fledglings chirp in their nest. At dusk, the skies turn golden As the sun sets in the west. The cold, dark winter's over. Spring weaves its magic spell. Our spirits are uplifted, In the world where all is well. |
| © 2004 by Marian Jones |
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