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By Ruth Calder Murphy (Arciemme)

This is a poem that started out as a song. If you want to sing it, it fits to the tune of "Greensleeves". I've recorded it as a little movie and if you scroll down the page, you'll find it underneath the poem.

The sun is sleeping,

the moon is high,

the frosty fields lie silently,

as winter creeps with icy tread

to steal the sun from England.

Sleep! Sleep!

The spring will come

and joyful, bring the sunlight home.

Sleep! Under the frosty ground

the heart of Spring is beating.

Hibernation - the movie!

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