Gebroken Stukken

Springtime

The trees sang a song of faraway
Of menacing tales in springtime May
While I am following my dog's lead
I hear leaves crunching under my feet

Birds beside me sing their routine songs
Flying around with their new-born young's
The grass so flexible and crispy
And the thick air between it misty

After all this I understood
That spring is the time I change my mood
From happy to sad, back to a smile
Feeling blue then light red, that's my style!

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