Ballad of Spring

Spring is in the air

Fresh smell of loam so rich

Maples clothed in soft leaves

The water sunlight kissed

 

Light peeking through the trees

The brooks a bubble

Buds opening to their glory

Birds warning of trouble

 

The eggshell is cracking

The bells sound metallic ring

Here is where the flowers sing

The pond reflecting spring

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