The Awakening
The frost retreats, the river flows, Beneath the sun, the green grass grows. A whisper soft through branches bare, Warm breezes dance upon the air. The robin sings a melody, Of winter's end and life set free. With petals bright in morning dew, The world awakens, fresh and new.
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