The breeze is singing
the crowds are reaching
for spring, for spring
here drifts a thought
in my mind, it’s caught
of flowers and trees
of birds and bees
of lover’s fairs and all
their wares on display
the blooming branches sway
overhead and cover the
ground with pedals, today
birds spread their wings
and chirp merrily, to
celebrate spring things
the sun drips warmly
over the scenes of spring,
of spring, newborn being
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