Leaves of red
Gentle rain
Mackerel skies
I never thought I'd see you again
And after the gray long darkness
The sap and soil rises
Have you noticed?
Before the crocus
The buds on the branches
The promise of new birth
And as the world explodes into life
And pink snow falls from the Dogwood tree
I am again aware
I never thought I'd see you again.
Gentle rain
Mackerel skies
I never thought I'd see you again
And after the gray long darkness
The sap and soil rises
Have you noticed?
Before the crocus
The buds on the branches
The promise of new birth
And as the world explodes into life
And pink snow falls from the Dogwood tree
I am again aware
I never thought I'd see you again.
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