It's a beautiful, beautiful day
A wind rakes my shoulders
But the sun drives it away
We've come through a wearisome winter
Buds of spring can be seen
Warming rain drops replace snowflakes
Washing air and attitudes clean
The cold world awakes from slumber
A giant hand moves the earth
Ice recedes from the rivers
The fields experience rebirth
Sweet joy exults from Nature
Cries all her creatures heard
It's a message come down from the ages
It's plainer than any spoken word
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