I saw the spring in cheers and blooms
But the fears lay lurking within my heart
As for the late arrival of spring
And the tender buds I saw them drooping
Made from fancy and imagination
Lay they at midday
Bearing upon the petals,
Abnormal rise and fall in temperature
Continued to cast an impact of own,
As I saw and viewed them slowly and sadly,
The radio-actives sparkling dangerously,
It raining acid sometimes
And man going the way
Unmindful of all that.
Let the spring come again,
Will it come again?
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