Beneath it all I feel her wake -
The fertile ground which gave me birth;
She's churning now, creating life -
Green stains the palette of the Earth.
From death comes life as petals burst
From paintbrush of the peaceful soil -
The sun smiles warmly at the scene
Produced by artful Nature's toil.
The fresh light sky is cool azure,
A bird's soft chirp sings sweet and clear;
The wind that sweeps my outstretched arms
Brings warmth that tells me Spring is here.
White weight lifts forth from my face,
My fingers spark with budding green,
I taste sweet air and watch the growth -
What bright rebirth we trees have seen.
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