With the worst winter of the century
but a thing of the past
For neither the good or the bad
for ever shall last
Now the return of all life
with a God given birth
Shall spread across the land
from a seemingly barren earth
The birds with their songs
will fill the spring air
To gladden our hearts
driving away all despair
One more cycle of life
with a year has passed by
Which may shall never change
though it is certain he will try.
The Old Fisherman
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