Soft grass in the breeze, new leaves for the trees
I stop and listen, the flowers whisper my name
my sisters play a softball game
the sun warms my face, dogs play a game of chase
the birds begin to sing, telling us what spring will bring
tree forts and outdoor sports
so much fun in the gentle sun
lakes and ponds turn from black to blue,
nature shows us what is new
the bees hum as if to say "winter, winter has gone away"
is seems like school is everlansting, described only as
nerve blasting
as i smell the fragrant air,
I know that spring is here.
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