Rethrival
Oh, welcome sun and light Spring breeze
As new shoots grow on once cold soil
A slow revival is taking place
While through the chill we onward toil,
When rail falls it’s cold and damp
But it waters the plants which thrive
The flowers grow stronger before they bloom
A glorious petal display alive.
I saw a wind-torn flower but standing tall
It had lost all its petals but one
Its slender stem swayed in the breeze
As it nodded to the sun.
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