Springtime arrives with the awakening sun,
The hope of a new day, the renewing dawn.
The robins and sparrows sound with singing...
The glorious song of nature's choir.
Deep in the woods,
The gazelle prances on!
He leaps like no other creature, or beast!
He is swift, strong, powerful, beautiful.
The gazelle is a sight to see with thy own eyes!

A gentle mist sets o'er yonder field,
And evening spreads its vast cape.
The laurel buds, given their share,
Fold up as so to hide,
To block out darkness.

But, look!
The graceful gazelle prances on!
Sharp, but smooth,
Quick, yet magnificent,
Proud and elegant this deft creature is,
For he has danced from dawn to dusk
And awaits another daylight.

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