Aubade of Spring
In the resplendent lambency of the forenoon sun,
The firn is set aglow,
The radiant puerile grass below,
Cantillates its melody,
For all the world to sing along,
In the joyous aubade of spring.
The atramentous days of winter are dismissed.
In exchange for the untainted youth of the spring.
Those trapped in fatigue and society,
Shed their wearied antiquity.
Welcoming in allayment the informaility of the new season,
As well as its virginal innocence.
We bid you adieu,
Reppresed recollections of gooseflesh and inclemency.
For you shall no longer haunt the minds of earth's denizens.
We welcome with open arms,
The effulgent days of spring to come,
Full of privlage, rampancy, liberty, bliss, frolicking, and passion.
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