Draw forth from the ground
A brand new sound of beauty and grace
Unlike anything the world beholds
It is a glorious sight to see
When the blossoms are coming up
The greenery is lush in awakened wonder
No more hunkering underground
Waiting for the sound of springtime
Birds singing in the trees
Welcoming hope back through the breezes
As a new dawn approaches
To draw forth the joy of living
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