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, springPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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