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Winter's grip begins to fade,
As springtime's light begins to cascade.
And on the branches, once so bare,
New life awakens with tender care.
Buds appear in hues of green,
A sign of life, a hopeful scene.
Tiny promises of leaves to come,
A symphony of spring, just begun.
They burst with beauty, fragile and bright,
A welcome sight after winter's night.
Nature's artwork, a masterpiece,
As springtime's magic finds its release.
With each new bud, a story unfolds,
A tale of rebirth, as nature beholds.
A symbol of hope, of growth and change,
As the seasons dance in a timeless range.
So watch the buds, with wonder and cheer,
As springtime's glory draws near.
A reminder of nature's resilient grace,
A promise of beauty in every place.