16) A gentle conquest
The sun is mopping up the humidity
From the city street
The green in the country is fighting
The snow and about to defeat
After a deserved, short death in winter
Nature is again on its feet
Birds are eager to spread the news
All over, and tell every one they meet
Spring is about to arrive
With a busy life, active, but more sweat
A gentle conquest, taking over earth and oceans
No weapons; no military fleet
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