Springtime
Springtime is the rebirth of trees
The busy buzzing of the bees,
The birds come back in flock again
To chirp along with their brethren
The insects make their presence known
For they still have a place to roam
There is one who;s alarm is set to Spring
The big ole bear who's been hibernating
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