The winter’s grip was fierce, long, cold, and grey,

But now the earth begins to stretch and sing,

New life bursts forth as clouds give way to day.

The barren trees wore frost through every fray,

Yet buds now swell, and birds on branches cling,

The winter’s grip was fierce, long, cold, and grey.

The rivers, once held still, begin to sway,

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Soft rain revives the fields where lambs now spring,

New life bursts forth as clouds give way to day.

The biting winds that swept the moors away

Are calmed by breezes carrying the sting,

The winter’s grip was fierce, long, cold, and grey.

From soil once frozen hard as ancient clay,

The daffodils and primrose start to bring,

New life that bursts as clouds give way to day.

Though winter left the skies a muted play,

We now rejoice in warmth, in light, in spring.

The winter’s grip was fierce, long, cold, and grey,

New life bursts forth as clouds give way to day.