I hear the spring humming buds singing
beneath the earth.

I hear the roots’ busy footsteps 
and whispering conspiracies
to march the March field. 

Mother Nature spreads her arms
and wraps the icy earth in love.

Don’t sigh the winter blue, dear!

Trees stand naked, 
but none complain of snowy storms.
Their barefoot wears dry leaves,
and walks miles away,
to march the green chorus 

Over the lake,
the stars are warm and beautiful,
and the night falls calm and peaceful,

Don’t sigh the winter blue, dear!

I hear the spring humming buds singing
under the soft cotton blanket.
I hear the wind spread rumors
that spring has already left.
Hey, world, cheers!

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