It was a hard winter she survived
Hoping, desiring for spring to arrive

She practiced while the wind was blowing
Pirouettes, basic but beautiful turns flowing

In her company a sea of bright pink sisters
Dancing, swaying, without any misters

Some stay standing below her bows
The dance of spring pulled off somehow

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