When I wake up
My soul is no longer frozen
My bones don’t ache
My skin is reawakening
Spring is coming
I am a seed
I was buried beneath the earth
No light in sight
Only darkness, no warmth
But alas,
The sun always comes around
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Spring is coming
I am a flower
I arise with a new liveliness
I can smile
My skin hugs the sun like it’s been gone too long
And it has
The air fills my lungs deeper than it has before
Spring is coming
I am blooming
All wise flowers know
That the sun also rises
Yes sometimes it might go
But it will rise again
And young flower you will shine like never before
You gleam in the sunlight
You have endured darkness, pain, and the cold
But the whole time you kept telling yourself
Spring is coming
And now she is here once again
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