Spring
Ah, springFlowers growing
Winds a blowing
Trees are budding
Bees ready to buzz
Nary a cloud in the sky
April showers will come and go
Grass gets greener everyday
And resurrection day is upon us
What a glorious time to be alive
Ahhhhh, spring
Spring
Ah, springPoetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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