The Song Sung by the Birds
The morning after winter
remains frosty and still quite leafless.
Snow still drapes the naked trees,
but the ice will melt over time.
The wind has brought the sun with it,
a sphere of gold that warms the air.
These signs of spring are coming stronger,
and the first sound that you’ll hear this morning
is the song sung by the birds.
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