Open your eyes
The day has begun
A new season around
With senses abound
No nip in the air
Birds sing
And search
For a home
Off the ground
Away from
Sharp teeth
Fit for
New life
We smile
And rise
With a spring
In our step
The promise
The beginnings
Like nature
We follow
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