My favorite season
It makes my heart sing
Trust me, I have my reasons

It is the season where the sun shines
Warming the earth just right
So that flowers may bloom
And bring us new life

The season that claims the months
of March, April
And the first half of May

It is the season when we shred
the coats that weighed us down
The first two months of the year
And we spread our wings and fly free

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This poem is about my favorite season if, well spring, as well as my attempt at visual wording.