March rain - cold, wet.
The birds are back,
They don't mind getting wet.
They gather in bunches, we hear their call.
Their spirits are talking - joy, joy is for all.
Sing, sing let your spirit soar.
Open your hearts and there will be more.
The ground is thawing, the bulbs are sprouting.
For us a reminder - relax, remember - we too are growing.
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