Before the Spring

The trees are actors, waiting in the wings;

They tremble hopefully, then each one springs

To action. Curtains rise. The opening scene.

Then with a burst of fresh and joyful green

They blossom into summer song, and now

Amid applause, exhausted, take their bow.

The green is gone, their faces bare, and then

They wait, until the show begins again.

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