SPRING
by Yvonne Schneff
No matter how bad the summer
No matter how sad the fall
No matter the pain of winter
Spring is the cure for it all
The scorching sun in the summer
The death of things in the fall
The barrenness of winter
But next, spring comes to call
Buds push up their heads with great pleasure
Trees lift up their arms strong and tall
Earth breaks into life like a symphony
And resonates like a vast concert hall
It’s time for new beginnings
Forget summer, winter and fall
Just remember that without them,
Spring wouldn’t come round at all.
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