Spring returns year after year- ‘old poem.’



Spring is here again, 

the beautiful blossoms on the trees, 

watch them blow away in the breeze, 

pink, purple, white and green, 

are the colours, the flowers and the trees, 

plants are growing all around, 

flowers popping up from deep inside the ground, 

everything looks so beautiful, 

there isn’t a sound, 

except the gently breeze, baby lamps and the birds singing all around, 

I could just pain a picture of the spring, 

its my favourite season of the year, 

appreciate it if you please. 


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