A Springtime Song
Soft showers fall and robins call.
The scent of grass is sweet.
Meadows green and saplings lean
in warmth of April’s breeze.
The skies are fair and in the air
the lilacs’ fragrance wafts.
Small buds first show, then quickly grow –
delighting bees and wasps!
May’s flowers beam and streamlets gleam
along the mountain slopes.
Colors sing and everything
is life and love and hope!
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