In
the strong Spring runoff, mercy bubbles quite near the surface
In
the leaves that open, hands reveal a secret
With
the cleansing showers comes a joyful tear
With
the longer days the sun performs an ageless miracle
By
the swollen stream we sense the turning of the wheel
By
the better light we see how long the road has been
From
their many winter shadows now emerge the quiet plants
From
their secret places come the creatures of the woods
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In
the early morning there is sweet coolness still remaining
In
your glance I see how much that you can feel it, too
With
the help of Spring we rebind our dreams to the future
With
the thaw, old leaves renew the soil that once sustained them
By
the twilight we discern the changes from another winter’s passing
By
the raindrops we can count every flower opening
From
the smallest bud to the forest newborns, life recasts its magic spell
From
a sublime cascading reaction the aspen sap begins to flow
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In
the breezy shade of spruce trees, our steps are gently slowed
In
the quiet of the forest we watch them at their prayers
With
the energy of May's fresh sunlight the world restores itself
With
the coming of each morning the earth is more reborn
By
the time we start to grasp it once again, it slips away
By
the raging creek we watch as the trout are awakened
From
even small beginnings come wonders to behold
From
quiet meditation reappear the things that every child knows
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In
the last days of healthy frosts our aches retreat as our own juices flow again
In
the prism of the morning dew there beckons all, a world that’s new
With
the help of quiet showers something returns to fill its promise
With
our happy smiles we walk and turn the hills beneath our feet
By
the sunset through the clouds, both our thoughts are reflected
By
the things that we hold dear, our vows remain unbroken
From
us, the Spring brings forth the things that make this life worth living
From
the time our eyes first opened, lent a grace both kind and gentle
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In
the quiet of the meadow you can hear as good earth makes its music
In
the heavy runoff you can see the richness of life’s passing
With
the coming of the sweet grass, the elk seek a quiet place to calve
With
great content we simply walk once more in gentle sunlight
By
the spirit that animates these good woodlands we find our way once more
By
the greatest fortune we can see the flowers bloom again
From
out of the gray stillness comes a riot of colors like joyful singing
From
this great upwelling do we sense a kindly deeper meaning
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