Spring is in the air,
Soon the flowers will appear.
Putting on a magnificent show,
reaching up to the sky from below.
Spring is a season for many, many things,
Birds flap their wings and cheerfully sing.
The sleepy seeds free from their chills,
bloom into flowers such as Daffodils.
Spring is a happy time for love is in the air,
animals that were hibernating start to appear.
It's time for new beginnings, new friendships and love,
It's time to count our blessings from heaven above.
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My Poetry Collection
Poesía'And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.' ~ William Shakespeare
