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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