Flowers in garden,
butterfly on the red blossom;
Spring is at home.

Black wings fluttering
and angels singing lullaby,
it's time to wake.

In dark, Thou I see,
raising thy hand and blessing me;
Light, You're, my Lord. 

( March is finally at its end.) 

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