Bursting

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Spring is springing

And I cannot contain my excitement

As each morning new buds appear

Through

Soil awakening.

Fresh colors bursting.

Singing,

“Come alive with me!”

They do not make a fuss

As they appear,

Basking in whatever weather may be.

They delight. They delight.

As do I as I open my eyes;

Each morning more life.

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