Earth sleeps all winter and in the spring
Wakes and yawns and lazes abed;
As softly birds begin to sing
Warm sunlight streams in and windchimes ching,
Dreams and shadows take to the wing
Then she lifts and rubs her sleepy head.
Suddenly she’s up and flings
The cumbersome bulky blankets aside.
She puts on her newest, her freshest things,
Her clothes of pinks, whites, yellows, and greens
She breathes deep and dons her wings,
And all the colors the season can’t hide.
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