The trees sway,
The buds are opening,
Spring is near,
I can feel it in the breeze,
The buds will open,
The leaves will grow,
And drench the forest in green,
The sky is as blue as a robin's egg,
And the cloudss look soft and airy,
The wind whispers in the trees,
The grass reaches for the sun,
And the baby robins take flight.
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Losing the Luster of Life
شِعرA collections of poems that I had written down in my journal. I finally decided to post them. Enjoy!
