Green shoots white, emerge all around,
From bushes and barks, even the ground.
Nervous chipmunk see's no shadowy ice,
Upright announcing, new birth's paradise.
Two bluebirds courting exchange vocally it seems,
Worker bees tarry on, protecting their queen.
Blueberries anew, breaking up their tight pods,
Against the mirage, true colors from God.
Mixed scents from maples blossoms,
Permeate the aroma of noon days sea.
Redbreast Robins dart cross' the lawns,
Dancing with glee.
Spreading roses of red, dogwoods of white,
Open by day, closed only by night.
To vast to mention all of the flowers,
Opening their arms, to life giving power.
Such is this domain,
Wonderful presence we cling.
All power in His Glory,
The advent of Spring.
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