When the cold, dreary, gray skies start to clear
a wonderful sight begins to appear.
Like the soft touch of your hand wiping away my tears
along comes the sun and soon the sky clears.
What is left is a beautiful sight to behold.
Snow covered mountains dressed all white in the cold.
The garden is blooming with colors untold.
Roses and flowers adorned in pink, red and gold.
And again, like the soft touch of your kiss on my skin
The sun warms my heart and tells spring to begin.
~ RL
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