Awaiting the Spring
The greenest patch that’s ever been
Lies hidden beneath the fallen snow
Tucked away from the tiny wren
Who has nowhere to go.
Come out of your hiding place.
The rain will water your green grace.
Your color hints that spring is here
I beg you please to reappear.
The grandeur of your lovely field
Has been too long concealed.
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