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Budding Trees

When trees bud their first green All of nature rejoices when Birds in early morn' sing, New life all around, a butterfly omen- It is time for love once again Primitive energies overtake all beings Expectant mothers' build their dens I stop to watch two birds lovingly preen Time to build on life, nature knows when An ancient art performed through history again and again 3/29/2014

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