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The Joy of the Season
The slant of sunlight changes. The night gives minutes to the day. The artic air yields to the wet and the warm. Winter retreats and Spring finds its way.
A sheen of green spreads in the field. The chilled stilled earth awakens. The tip of the branch swells into buds As the deep sleep of the year is shaken.
The power of life surges in the trees As the first fingers of leaves come forth. The air is astir with the sound of songbirds Returned from southern climes, heading north.
The chorus swells each day and color returns On the tails of flitting feathered flights, And the land resounds as hibernators abound Coming out of dark dens into light.
They peer, probe and ponder the rising world, Seeking sustenance and mates for the season, From their hollowed logs, bogs and respites, Each attests to the glory and gives joy its reason.
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