A world of fresh newness
Spring has come
The flowers of the garden
Are breaking through
Soft dark soil, turning
New life amidst the dry
Dead leaves tumble
Blown to and fro
As winds warm the earth
Setting everything in
Foggy morning glow
Expectant of what is
To come and show itself
Through the rain
A surprise and delight
To tred the path
Awakening to the new life
And the voice calling our name
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