Dearest Spring:
I long for your sweet sounds. Sweet smells. Sweet sights. Please visit as soon as possible. You have sent small signs that you are almost here. The dew sparkles gently in the early hours. The birds play their songs. Green stalks struggle through the still hardened earth.
There is a dawn that lies waiting for you. For your warmth and your gentility. For the colors you bring. She is becoming impatient, she longs to shine again. Wrap your dewy blanket around her and shower her with your light.
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