Spring
Spring shone,
through the dark shadows
recovering the land from strif
at his back was life.
Spring crept,
silently through the whispering woods
peeping open a slit of life.
Spring danced,
around the playful daffodils
exciting the lambs and calves.
Springs warmth,
fills the air
melting away winters cold bite,
leaves start to grow in all shades of green.
birds start to sing "Springtime is here".
By Orea
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