I can hear acceleration whirring churning
Under the deep unmoving slumber
Do not be caught without a thought
When all the green breaks through
Excitement comes like a gift
When the frozen winds no longer sift
Through the branches sleeping, hanging
Burdened by the sinuous ice.
Strong and slowly, roots will wake
Up and up, with urgency to break
Open wide the grand surprise,
Spring is coming to winter’s demise
Away with Winter! Off with its head, I say!
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