21. The 2nd Season
Fresh spring morning time.
That's the sound of solitude,
the presence of peace.
Fresh spring morning time.
That's the sound of solitude,
the presence of peace.
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Green is spring,
Bright, fresh, and new.
Yellow is the sun,
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Famous Poem
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.
There is nothing that can quite compare
To the fragrance of the fresh spring air,
Floating on the softest breeze,
Stirring the world from its frozen sleep.
The air is cool, the breeze is light.
The clouds in the sky are fluffy and white.
The flowers open to show their bright faces,
Famous Poem
When a feller feels a longing
For the medder in his breast.
When the robins north are thronging,
Where they haste to build their nest.
Winter fights to stay.
Sweet Spring always wins her way.
Flowers bloomed today!
Spring brings happiness
Flowers, songbirds, and green grass.
God's love on display.
Melancholy moods,
shiny jazz and rainy blues.
April sings her tunes!
Famous Poem
Dear March—Come in—
How glad I am—
I hoped for you before—
Put down your Hat—