Spring Is At Hand

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With the smell of spring
there's new promises that bring
a hope of tomorrow
a new day waiting to be born;
New life at its start
a small beating heart
waiting to carry someone new
through time - joyous, happy,
but also blue

Everything, awaiting, the future's at hand
what is it holding in for our land?
Politics, sport, the weather report
Time is being counted down
and now, l my friend, why the frown?
You will also be one
of the millions to see
Spring's promises and what it holds
for you and for me