Flowers blooming all around,
The air is fresh, the wind is blowing.
The chirping birds, a pleasant sound,
No longer icy, cold, and snowing.Life begins to reawaken,
Enjoying the sun's warm rays.
Happiness is not mistaken,
No longer miserable dark days.Children play on the green grass,
Adults picnic in the park,
Raising up a gleeful glass,
Carving names into tree bark.Young faces dawned with smiles,
The adults then begin to sing.
They laugh and play and walk for miles,
There really is no season like spring.
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100 random rhyming poems
Poetry100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...