Spring

Spring, it smells like dew-stained lilacs fair,

Of gardens with bloodred roses blooming there.

Spring, it sounds like songbirds chirping with glee,

And the plip-plop of raindrops sounds musical to me.

Spring, it feels like new life stirring in the earth, 

Of baby sheep with wooly coats who awake to join the herd.

Spring, it tastes like a picnic lunch on a breezy day,

Of sweet cakes and sour lemonade to keep hunger at bay.

Spring, it looks like growing grass that will need mowing soon,

Of a wondrous world that never sleeps under a midnight moon.

Spring, it laughs in flowers and spring, it cries in rain, 

And when winter comes, we all will wish 

That is was spring again.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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