Spring is the season when things begin to bloom,
Like a child straight from the mother's womb.
It is a time when things begin to grow
And thunderstorms begin to blow.
Spring is like a newborn child.
A time and place that makes you smile.
A child is the beginning of a new generation.
A joy and newfound sensation.
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