May 12, 2009
By Anonymous

At last the sun has broken free,
From the clouds tight strain,
I can hear the first buzzing of a bee,
At last the end of snow and rain.

Fresh green leaves shining with glory,
Flowers and trees standing proudly,
Each of them telling their own story,
All of them singing their song loudly.

In the trees the birds are chirping,
And the animals are coming fast,
So they don’t miss the starting,
Of Spring which has come at last

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