Listen to the birds,
The love songs they sing,
Flying freely, just air beneath their wings.
Watch the trees sway in the wind,
Just blooming with little green buds up high,
Stretching their limbs towards the sky.
Feel the warmth of the sun,
Its rays beating down of your face,
Replacing cold with a shadow trace.
Smell the flowers growing nearby,
Purple and yellow, lined up in a row,
Bend down, let their aroma fill your nose.
Lay down in the grass,
Look up at the shapes of the clouds,
Passing over blue sky, like a mysterious shroud.
Everything is coming back to life,
Spring is a beautiful time of year,
If only the one I love was here to share.
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