March

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It roars like a lion

So mad with winter

Wind, rains leave the harsh cold behind

Like a person shedding their outerwear

It just keeps forging barriers

To grow budding flowers and leaves

Soon to make canopies of shade

Enriching our world with fragrances

We soon forget about staying inside from the elements

To flourish and gather together in the basque of the sun

Those warm rays of solar power

Envelope our soul

That we just say Ahh!

We missed you so spring

-Jennie Nawrocki

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