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Spider veined to the sky
Yearning branches Cry
“Oh Spring of everything
within me try!”
Lift and push and peel away
winter’s dying decaying day
surging within my sleeping veins
Spring re-works it’s way to gain,
upon a world re-born each day,
it’s magic in the air we breathe –
the life of newness re-conceived.
Deep down amidst dry branches brown
and parched with winter’s pain,
lifted up against that backdrop – Spring
brings Life and Hope to living things….