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Showcase (25 Mar 05)  
Spring Song
From the dark they will come,
fingers of fire will thrust
to pierce the crust
and split the silence
of the sleeping soil.

From the wasteland they will rise
in the dancing dawn,
twisting tendrils will
stretch towards the sun and grow,
to branch into beauty
open into ecstasy
and sing.............

Reborn in the dazzling splendour
of the spring.