Season Fuel

May 22, 2011
Down in the land
Of the dried winter leaves
Her movement screams beauty
Like the wind on the trees
And she lifts her head high
As she starts to break free
The sun bursts through the clouds
With her sweet melody
And she pushes up at the sky
To awaken plants that lie
Deep in sleep
In her heart shines the sun
From her lungs the wind has begun
The grass to the sea
Her song rings out
To all that will be

And so begins spring

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