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Spring

Spring is when the flowers bloom in bright yellow, red, orange and violet petals.

Petals open up as the smell of sweet fragrance flows through the air.

The warm radiant sun shines on the earth while the leafs are budding.

The branches open up its arms to welcome the season.

The temperature rises to an almost bearable degrees.

The touch of the rich green grass under your feet is as soft as walking on a rug.

Birds flying everywhere, humming sweet tweets in the air.

These are the joys and happiness of the simple pleasures in life.

If there were no winter, we would not find spring to be so pleasant.

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