HAPPY SPRING
A journey after winter,
A journey from good to better.
A season of fragrance,
A season of tolerance;
The real beauty of nature,
Where nothing seems denatured.
A hive of bees
flying over numerous seas,
Going through the bowers
of bright leaves and beautiful flowers.
Cheerful sunshine coming through hills,
Till the end of April;
Falling on colourful wings of butterfly,
And on little chirping birds learning how to fly.
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