A breath of summer upon the breeze
A rustling among the Eucalypts leaves
Warmth of sunshine upon my skin
Spring is showing what is to come
From coldest winter to sultry days
Blessings falling from clearest skies
Seemed like winter would never end
And yet here come glorious warm days
Will we be happy now spring is here?
Will we cease complaining of the cold?
How soon will our thoughts return?
To complaining that it is too hot again...
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