The Gift of Spring

		Promise me a warm embrace,
		a color bright, a day that glows,
		a moon at night that scuds and flows,
		a rising sun that grows and grows,
		a southern wind to bless my face.

		Anoint me in this holy place.
		Appoint me as your acolyte.
		I am an eager neophyte
		who longs to learn the mystic rite,
		to read the runes and run the race.

		Let me adopt the season's pace.
		O give the gift of Spring to me.
		I will invest it prudently.
		A thousand times the yield will be,
		payment paid with style and grace.


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