Green Is Spring
Green is spring,
Bright, fresh, and new.
Yellow is the sun,...
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The morning sun shines so bright with its light.
The owl and moon come out at night.
I watch the birds fly high in the sky.
Spring sings,
Its gentle breeze
Butterflies of Glazing wings
Birds cheerfully sing their...
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Luscious scents tickle your nose.
Odorous perfume, beautiful rose.
Soft silky petals,
sharp thorns like pointy needles....
A rose is only beautiful in the spring. Summer heat dries her petals and breaks her down. The fall comes and her petals are gone. Just left with a stem trying to stand strong. The winter...
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
Whispering quietly, the raindrops fall;
Such ominous secrets, for one so small.
Slowly, dispersing, the raindrops subside.
Leaving all but the hesitant, to trickle behind....
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