The Waking Earth
The frost retreats before the sun, The winter's silent reign is done. A tender green begins to show, Where once lay heavy drifts of snow. The birds return with joyful song, To wake the woods that slept so long. A burst of bloom, a fragrant breeze, Whispers life amongst the trees. The streams run clear, the sky turns blue, The world feels bright and born anew. In every bud and blade of grass, We watch the frozen shadows pass.
Ushbu she'r sun'iy intellekt tomonidan yozilgan. Undan nusxa oling, ulashing, tabriknomalar yoki nutqlarda foydalaning — u mutlaqo bepul va sizniki.
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