Rāapa - Wednesday September 1st SPRING
It had been a long and cold winter. Lady Spring was snuggled soundly in her warm bed. One morning the rays of the sun shone in her window and tickled her on the nose, singing, “Wake up, Lady Spring! Wake up Lady Spring!“
Lady Spring arose from her bed and put on her cloak, which was woven with the colors of the flowers. And she slipped on her shoes, which were woven with the colors of the earth. Then she opened her door and stepped outside. Tiny white snowdrop flowers sprung up in her footprints as she walked. But it wasn’t long before a cold wind began to blow and Lady Spring became chilled. She hurried back to her home and her warm bed.
The next morning the rays of the sun shone in her window and tickled Lady Spring on her nose, singing, “Wake up, Lady Spring! Wake up Lady Spring!” Lady spring arose from her bed and put on her cloak, which was woven with the colors of the flowers. Then she slipped on her shoes, which were woven with the colors of the earth. Then she she opened her door and went outside. Again, tiny snowdrops bloomed in her footprints. But again, a cold wind began to blow before she had the chance to walk far. She became chilled and hurried back to her home and her warm bed. For many days it went like this.
Then, one morning, the warm rays of the sun shone powerfully into her window and tickled her on the nose, and tickled her on the cheeks, and tickled her on the chin, singing, “Wake up, Lady Spring! Wake up, Lady Spring! Wake up, Lady Spring!” Lady Spring arose from her bed and put on her cloak, which was woven with the colors of the flowers. Then she slipped on her shoes, which were woven with the colors of the earth. Then she opened her door and went outside into the warm spring day.
Everywhere she walked flowers of all kinds and all colors sprung up in her footsteps: daffodils, tulips, dandelions and clovers. All day long Lady Spring walked the earth, leaving beautiful flowers in her wake. When the sun disappeared behind the distant hills, Lady Spring returned to her home to rest and begin again on the morrow.
Spring is coming
She wears a primrose crown,
And little baby buds and twigs
Are clinging to her gown.
The sun shines if she laughs at all
And when she weeps, the raindrops fall.
My Lady Spring,
My Lady Spring,
My Lady Spring.

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