Dusty sun filled days and the swirl of dust.
The msasas come out with their leaves of rust.
New beginnings, new seasons, the promise of rain.
The rich red earth rises once again.
Spring is coming, it is in the air,
and soon the jacarandas will be there.
Bedecked in blossoms of lilac hue,
a sight to behold, it is true.
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