The snow fell quietly and the children laughed, the dog barked, the tires spun, the snow fort tilted and the people rejoiced at different races and snowflakes on faces and a change of our paces.
Lacey pink fingers reaching to the sun, dainty white fingers stretching to the One who called you into Springtime. What a joyous way to be, full of fragrance, full of loveliness for everyone to see.
Meadows of greenness in sunshine of grace, fill my small bosom with the light of your face. Meadow so quiet, so peaceful at rest, let the sunshine come warm me to make me a nest.
The trees blush in joy with crimson delight, remembering in daylight the rapture of night. No need for shame as they blush into flame, from their innocent green they've grown to reclaim the wonder the seasons in full blossom bring.
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