Spring
The playful breeze comes and goes
Rustling new leaves as it blows.
Winter is not eternal, so don't cry!
Tall trees point their fingers to the sky
Others toss their heads as if to they say:
"Come out, come out to play.
There's shade or sun,
Fun for everyone.
Look up. Look up to God alone."
Spring has sprung.
Summer is near, on every tongue
Be thankful and smile.
Think of blessing all the while.
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