A Time of Rebirth
It’s when the animals come out of hiding,
And the plants poke through the ground.
Birds are chirping throughout the day,
As the weather begins to warm.
Babies are born, flowers are blooming.
The Earth comes alive again.
Soft breezes blow everywhere,
Carrying the fragrance of Spring into every crevice.
Beautiful flowers cover open fields,
And wave to and fro in the wind.
Once again, God has put His paintbrush to work,
Creating another masterpiece for all to enjoy.
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