Spring Green
When all the world is kelly green
And every plant is lithe and young
When paper sailboats are in streams
One may be sure that spring has sprung
The forests grow dense with leaves
And the trails must again be blazed
Barren winter is but a memory
And the birds chirp songs of praise
When all the world is kelly green
And every plant is lithe and young
When paper sailboats are in streams
One may be sure that spring has sprung.
Copyright © Christie Jones | Year Posted 2008
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