With the smell of spring
there’s new promises that bring
a hope of tomorrow
a new day waiting to be born;
New life at its start
a small beating heart
waiting to carry someone new
through time - joyous, happy,
but also blue
Everything, awaiting, the future’s at hand
what is it holding in for our land?
Politics, sport, the weather report
Time is being counted down
and now, my friend, why the frown?
You will also be one
of the millions to see
Spring’s promises and what it holds
for you and for me
- by Annette Coetzee
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