Behold the blessed linden in the spring,
Its fragrant flowers and its verdant leaves,
A shelter and a solace for the wing,
A honey source for busy bees, it gives.
Behold the blessed linden in the summer,
Its canopy a refuge from the heat,
A place of rest and peace for the newcomer,
A spot of joy and beauty on the street.
Behold the blessed linden in the fall,
Its golden hues a signal of the change,
A witness of the seasons and their call,
A reminder of the cycle that’s not strange.
Behold the blessed linden in the winter,
Its branches bare but still a graceful sight,
A promise of the life that will re-enter,
A symbol of the hope that’s ever bright.
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