Spring
Rain starts to fall,
Vegetables burst their stall,
Blossoms begin to bloom,
And the light shines from the moon.
Lambs start to bleat,
And friends start to meet,
Flowers, they arise,
And show off their beautiful prize.
Clouds up high,
Reveal a bright, blue sky,
Birds flying low,
As the sun starts to glow.
Spring is near,
It’s almost here,
Coming soon,
When flowers bloom.
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