Birds singing their morning chimes.
The sun comes out to gently kiss your skin
Flowers awaken to say hello after their deep sleep
Clouds move gently in the sky as giant pillows
Trees fanning and waving green diamonds on display
Squirrels and rabbits no longer burrow. But out to play
Wind gently blowing to remind us winter is at bay
Beez keep buzzing to tell us summer iscoming along
Yes, spring is finally here to more bidding from the cold.
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