Silently Spring
Silently, as the Dark Dreary Days of Winter
seem to never lose their hold,
Beneath the Surface of the Earth,
The Magic of Springs Wonders
Unravel and Unfold.
'Till then at once, one chilly morn
after Winters gripping Frost
a Tiny Sprig of Green appears
from neath the Sod
A sign that all has not been lost.
The Sun Comes out, the Rains they fall,
the Crickets begin to Serenade
Then Winter slips off into Yesterday,
as Flowers Break Forth Everywhere
as if in a Great .
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