Weary of winter,
waiting for springtime,
March makes a promise
unmarked by misgivings;
Fertile earth will unfreeze,
flowers will flourish,
Warm sun will shine,
and songbirds will sing;
New life will unfold,
bare forests will fill
With foliate splendor,
spring will spread seeds,
Ensuring summer's
promise of pleasure
And bounteous plenty,
once more, saying, "Yes!"
To each youthful year's yearnings
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