Spring
The warm and most comfortable time of the year,
The time when flowers grow pedals like ears.
The snow begin to unfreeze
And breeze blow after breeze.
Kids cease to sneeze
But soon begin to tease.
Tall grows the trees
And out come the bees
The ground is warm with heat,
The people come out to meet.
Spring, oh spring, the most beautiful time of the year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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