Spring
Waking up in the early morning to the birds singing sweet songs,
The grass sparkiling with fresh early morning dew.
The smell of blooming flowers,
The soft pitter-patter of rain against my windows.
The warm sun shining down in perfect rays of light,
The cool breeze running swiftly through my hair.
Sping has finnaly come,
Summer's just around the corner.
Copyright © Brianna Seidlitz | Year Posted 2011
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