Spring
Ah, springFlowers growing
Winds a blowing
Trees are budding
Bees ready to buzz
Nary a cloud in the sky
April showers will come and go
Grass gets greener everyday
And resurrection day is upon us
What a glorious time to be alive
Ahhhhh, spring
Spring
Ah, springThe true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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