A rustling in the tops of the trees,
Fresh green foliage swaying in the breeze—
The cold nights over at last
Patterns flickering on the ground,
Shadows cast as the sun shines down—
The barren days are past
And the May warmth caresses us,
God’s way of blessing us—
Summer’s coming fast;
Winter’s finally past
And it’s really Spring… at last
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