The view from my window is ever changing.
Now the earth is green and the birds are winging.
The flowers are blooming and the grass is greening.
The beauty appears as though it is preening.

And a few months ago the snow was falling.
All the earth was in the process of whitening.
The trees with colored leaves all gone were baring.
Their limbs to a world which was not then sharing.

Then some wonderful things began happening.
The sun came closer because it was tiring.
Of being so far from earth, not sustaining
It with hope of a beautiful retaining.

The trees stood still and leaves began their showing.
And earth was a symphony with its shouting.
Plants and flowers watched the directions, sighing.
The grass could not withstand the call from dying.

It blossomed for a while and then deciding
To rest, it will withdraw in clouds of bursting
Colors and hues that will be so untiring.
The creatures and creation are inspiring.

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