Sweet spring! The resurrection of the world—
Resurgence of new life upon the land;
Wintertide’s retreat, its frosty flag now furled,
‘Midst piping songs and flowered sweet command;
There heralding summer’s conquest, green and bold,
Burgeoning emerald riches from the sun,
Abounding trees and fields with verdant gold—
With fruit full-burdened, bending branches down;
So on to autumn with its piquant hues,
The orange, the yellow and blood-crimson red,
Resplendent hills besplashed in paint anew,
Late summer’s bounty brimming every shed.
A pageantry of life in seasoned time;
Each trip around our orb—a gift sublime.

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