Beauty

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Spring strolls in, and slow it goes
The daffodils hit their growth spurts,
Tree’s buds jump out,
Birds are children on Christmas Day,
Their voices are filled with excitement and joy.
The Sun awakes from her wintery sleep,
The grass fights to reclaim it’s glory.
The warm wind wooshes through the Willows.
Once the flowers pop, they will not stop,
Spring has arrived like a newborn child.





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