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Winter's chill begins to fade,

Sunlight warms the grassy glade.

Seeds that slept burst into green,

The farm awakes, a vibrant scene.

Piglets tumble in their pen,

Mother hen clucks at chicks again.

Farmer's whistle, clear and bright,

Long days filled with golden light.

Apple blossoms, soft and sweet,

Buzzing bees with dusty feet.

Springtime brings a joyful hum,

With work to do and days to come. (Displayed on A4 page)