Spring Promise

Tiny buds on each brown bow,
On every hill a mist of green.
A calf beside the placid cow,
The redbud tree a blushing queen.

On each gentle wind that blows
Comes greening promise of the spring,
The promise of brown garden rows,
Promise of each growing thing.

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