The Sky Is Blue
The bright blue of the sky,
Almost forgotten
After winter's long reign,
Greets us this morning.
A touch of spring,
A promise, a hope.
The gentle breeze, welcome.
Stirring the leaves in gentle sway.
A beautiful morning to be enjoyed.
Winter begone
From our earth, from our soul.
We are ready for spring
In so many ways.
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