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Turn of the Wheel, begin again with the season of rebirth,
Bulbs and corms push up their shoots from underneath the earth
In preparation to present a sheet of vivid gold,
Whilst dots of green in trees are seen, as new leaves do unfold.

The sun shines down, the light rain falls nurturing the earth,
The new life stirs, pushes again, increasing in height and girth,
Then suddenly and silently, it can't hold back any more,

The buds all burst, and a colour splash covers the country floor.

Leaves on the trees break open, bathing themselves in the sun,
Children rejoice, run and leap for Spring has just begun,
Playfully the newborn leaves flutter and dance in the breeze,
Crocuses, daffodils, snowdrops of white, bloom beneath the trees.

And so is born a brand new life, the Wheel's Turn begins again,
Stronger the Sun, warmer the breeze and softer becomes the rain,
Rabbits are scurrying, bleating new lambs, foals are finding their feet,
Birds are gathering in the trees, singing their songs so sweet.

Spring is here! Spring is here! Waters babble their message of cheer,
The distant cuckoo's call echoes the message so clear,
The church bells are chiming merrily, a newly-born baby cries
As Spring begins, a tear of joy I wipe from beneath my eyes.

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