Spring
The sky alight with blue and gold
The wind is blowing soft and cold.
Birds singing in the trees
They fly and float on the gentle breeze.
A smell of flowers is in the air
Today, all the world seems fair.
What joy will the day bring?
For it is the first of spring!(poems go here)
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