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In times of trouble and despair
We think that all is gray,
When winter comes and brings the cold
It seems that it will stay.
The grass is brown and frozen
And the trees are bare of leaf,
Life seems dull and dormant
And we look for some relief.
The first signs are the plum trees,
Pink blossoms soon appear,
They last but for a fleeting time
But we know that Spring is near.
The orange trees that were hurt by cold
Shocked into new growth.
Some soon are filled with blossoms,
And they'll need the sun the most.
The elm tree has the measles
And each branch soon breaks out.
Tiny buds soon appear
As weeping limbs begin to sprout.
The oaks see only subtle change,
Yellow leaves among the green.
And pines grow candelabras
With new needles yet unseen.
So Spring does come, but if we wait,
And patience we pursue.
The gray fog will lift with sunshine
If we only see it through
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