Flowers sing to us of promise.
Sudden flourishes of daffodils have appeared by the roadside.
Trees that were barren have blossomed.
What was dormant has awakened at last.
Whether your spirit is still in hibernation, or your soul is sprinting toward spring, come.
We celebrate a new season,
within us and around us.
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