Spring Hope
The Great North Wooods is greening;terminal buds smell sweet.
Feathered Folk returning are;
a welcome springtime treat.
The River's ice will melt soon;
the flow may go astray.
Some sleeping creatures waken
to greet the fresh new day.
The frozen ground is thawing.
Plant shoots are pushing through.
The hope of new beginnings;
rekindled under skies of blue.
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