Another Spring Song

When the Shadows sink claws deep into your neck

And your song has turned into a whisper

Remember how far your roots extend

And that this is just another dry season

No need to lose your grip on past glories

Hibernate if you must

Just keep the volcano grumbling

Making everyone guess

While you weave slowly but surely another spring song

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