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It's not just a matter of a young man's fancies
Not only just a longer day, according to UTC
It is, for all intents and purposes, apparent now
A transitional miracle...a true rite of passage
From the deep white shroud of Azimy's solstice
To the deep verdant greenage of a rebirth divine
The world awakens from it's mandate slumber
To say...."This is what we are....this is the season
To everything, turn....there is a season, turn, turn, turn
See what nature's bounty there might be in store
Aye, this is a time of taking wing and discovery
Young people....take thy flight! Be as one with angels
For there may never be such an opportunity to live
To live for yourself, to gain wisdom in your passage
To the old, but still young at heart....reinvent age concept
Let it melt like winter snow, to find your new youth
Like a phoenix from the ashes of recalcitrant thought
This is your time to shine, to show you can still choose
The warm winds of fortune blow ever so gentle in Spring
Whispers...."This is what I am....come taste my fruits"
A wondrous transfiguration is yours for the asking
If only you are willing to be in touch with yourself's self
If posture is everything, then strike a pose for new vistas
The rite of Spring is not Spring, but what it means....to you
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