Spring...

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Flowers blooming all around,
The air is fresh, the wind is blowing.
The chirping birds, a pleasant sound,
No longer icy, cold, and snowing.

Life begins to reawaken,
Enjoying the sun's warm rays.
Happiness is not mistaken,
No longer miserable dark days.

Children play on the green grass,
Adults picnic in the park,
Raising up a gleeful glass,
Carving names into tree bark.

Young faces dawned with smiles,
The adults then begin to sing.
They laugh and play and walk for miles,
There really is no season like spring.

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