“Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.”

"If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change."

"Is it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done."

"Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems."
With apologies to Lewis Grizzard, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Matthew Arnold, and Rainer Maria Rilke, respectively.
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