The skies fade from blue to gray
heralding rain on a magnificent day.
The flowers beckon - seemingly so -
and the trees sway to and fro.
They dance the dance of spring,
the ground soft and birds sing.
The winds moisten the air,
quieting the sporadic mare.
Leaves from the fall tumble upon the ground,
to reveal the precious growth, with out a sound.
The clouds seep with joy and love
drenching the peaceful dove.
They dance the dance of spring,
the ground soft and the birds sing.
the winds moisten the air,
quieting the sporadic mare.














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