Spring Comes At Last

Spring comes at last
She dips her hands to rivers
Watching the ripple melt the ice.
She touches her finger to the land
Color green springs forth from cold ground.
She blows upon the wind
Sending winter clouds a way.
She hangs light Spring clouds
In bright blue skies
Surrounded by warm sun rays.
She rises the moon later
To bring the sun more joy.
She washes her teardrops of rain
Upon the seeds to grow into flowers
Spring has finally come at last.

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