Across the green glade,
free in the wind.
Feet beating on hard earth,
a musky scent of early spring.
Warmth cuts through the chill,
the new sun bringing hope.
Frost melts into drops of life,
and first flowers spring from the ground.
Sprouting wings, flying free,
calling out with joy.
The rains are gone and spring is here.
Let life begin once more.
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