Old man winter’s breath escapes his lungs,
A futile attempt to fight back the waiting spring.
The lady of Spring lies expectantly in her grave,
Waiting for her moment to shine.
In a moment winter looses its grasp and she explodes forth putting to rest his cold hard reign.
She sways her hips in a victory dance and the song of life sweetly pass forth from her lips.
Nature responds to her call splashing colors as far as the eye can see.
For a brief moment no one remembers that her reign to must end.
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