I am encouraged by
the whistling of birds at the break of day
even though the darkness of the sky
and frigid air keep spring away.
I am encouraged by
the green blades of grass poking out
even though I still see in the corner of my
eye the whiteness on the ground.
I am encouraged by
the small signs of Spring,
knowing that God doesn't lie,
that promises of seasons should make us sing.
I am encouraged.
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