SPRING

A new day begins,
As the sun rises,
Peeking through the clouds,
Brightening a forest nearby.

The mighty winds blow,
The vast fields reply,
As if bowing to a master,
Of great repute and stature.

The morning mist clears,
Revealing a sea of colours,
Of lilies and jasmine,
To the delight of children nearby.

The changing seasons,
Brings forth a change,
As flowers bloom and amaze,
Even the hardest of heart.

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