Springtime!
There is no feeling more great
No smell as sweet
As the sun on my face
and the scent of the turning season
Springtime! You are with us again!
Brushing snow off of your shoulders
Like soft tendrils of hair
To brown is added green and pink
White and red
The scent of melting snow is overtook
By the fragrance of op'ning buds
Springtime!The glorious word
Puts Joy in my heart
And Light in my eyes
And I am caught up in it
One sole being
Surrounded by the majesty
of the Universe
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