At first I thought the snow was here to stay,
then the sun came out to play.
The melting snow feed my roots to grow,
the joy my branches seemed to show.
I knew I was to be full of pride,
I knew I shouldn't hide.
Spring was here,
and nothing should fear.
Out of my wonderous eye,
I saw a color of I.
The blue held the sky,
it was a bud not a die.
With it's rich green,
every one should see.
At first I thought the snow was here to stay,
then the sun came out to play.
Green was here to stay.















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