I've decided to use this space as an opportunity for me to EMBRACE my inner 90's rapper dreams, and my ability to rhyme.  I call this poem/rap "EMBRACE...SPRING"

Hush, Can you hear it?  The rustling of the dead brown grass,

Bringing us all the sound that maybe Old Man Winter's day has past.

The warm caressing breeze, The sticky buds on the Alabama trees.

Look, Stop, and smell the air, allow your nose hairs to enjoy, embrace,

Take a break from life's money chase...embrace...embrace...embrace.

(saying the word "embrace" slower each time helps capture the moment.)

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