The Magic of Spring
Many a time I did ford the stream,
And wade through the flowering trumpets to the sanctity of my garden.
A willow tree of many seasons stood nearby;
Guarding the gate beyond it.
Soon my key would open this gate.
Soon the magic would be freed.
Soon all this world would change;
Becoming more wonderous than ever before.
I can see the orchard ripe with fruit,
The herbs rich in their green verdure,
The flowers with their heavy blossoms swaying in the wind.
Bees will hum.
Birds and butterflies shall flit about.
All the earth will become alive once more;
Blooming with the magic of spring.
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