Spring Poem by Mikaila Scotto

Spring



Can't you smell the cool crisp air, as the snow turns back to rain.
The cycle turning once again to bring us spring.
Flowers pop up under you feet, and replace the splash of slush.
Animals run around your legs looking for their nuts.
The bright clear skies and just the cheer.
Ah how I love it when Spring comes back, each year.

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