In memory of the first week of spring,
Whose passing leaves us sad and feeling low,
For winter's grip is still a powerful thing,
And lifeless landscapes still refuse to grow.
But do not fret, for hope is still alive,
And though it may seem distant, far away,
The world will soon awaken and revive,
And burst with colors, bright and full of play.
The first week of spring may now be gone,
But its legacy lives on, in every seed,
That waits to sprout and grow, in fields and lawns,
And every little bird, that flits with speed.
So let us celebrate, this life so grand,
And cherish every moment, hand in hand.
Copyright 2023 by Adam R Sweet.
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