Rebirth

In spring the birds will wait for love to come
As rays of sun like golden fingers pluck and strum
The strings of nature's new guitar of life
And daffodils that sing in wakerife
To spring creating lazy hues
The shades of yellow winter's dues
Like washes fresh and new
From brush on canvas slew
The spring that nods
The art of gods
On Earth
Rebirth

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