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The winter gray is fading As azure burst so mellow. From her palette of color , Nature now chooses yellow,
Calling the color forth In a myriad of ways, Dancing, dazzling, and Waving in warm radiant rays.
Refreshing sound returns - Chirps and whistles so clear, As the blanket of silence Is removed to season’s rear.
How does glory look When its fingers are revealed? Perhaps not better than A forsythia, its blooms unsealed.
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