Mystical Spring
The flowers blossom in the spring,
While the colorful birds their song sing.
Life is as beautiful as it ever was,
Flowers, colors, life and wings buzz.
The ants comes out to welcome the sunlight,
The bats and night creatures welcome the warm night.
It's a mystical time of the year spring is,
With it's pleasant sights as is the spring iris.
From death to life, From dark to light,
It's for the eyes the most beautiful sight.
Life itself flows in all directions during this season,
With no particular worries, abundant for no particular reason.
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