Spring
Spring, a time filled with joy,
a time full of colors
and
life,
a time where your ears hear
the birds chirping with joy
high in the trees,
a time where your nose whiffs
the delicious aroma of
sweet,
sweet,
rosy red,
roses,
a time where buzzing beez pollinate
the fresh budding
flowers,
a time where your taste buds tingle
as they detect the sweet, yet sour,
bright,
exciting ,
yellow nectar,
lemonade,
a time where your skin is kissed,
kissed by the suns radiating warmth,
no longer a time where only cold air blows,
no longer a time where only the dark
blue
sky lingers,
but a time of light and life, Spring.
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