Replenish me Spring sun.
O rays upon my winter skin,
Subtle and certain rains.
Alight on sapling's
Now unfurling leaves
Reaching for heaven.
Alas the dove mourning
And cows lowing
In dew-mist adorned straw.
Grasses subtle in mixture
Of golds and greens -
death and birth.
The renewal of Spring
Is promised each day
As eyes in earnest look high.
And God returns gaze as
We breathe and a breeze
Sighs in tranquil peace.
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