Winter melts away,
Everything undone -
Wither and decay,
Moss beneath the sun.
And with the touch of rain on our skin,
Misty dewdrops in our eyes,
Mother Nature longs to begin
Rituals of cool reprise.
From the cracking wood,
They emerge into the air.
All is understood,
Breathless in a prayer.
Welcome to the dawning age.
Plant your feet into the sand,
And with careful thought engage
Virile life across this land.
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