Peter Buss

(Kent, UK)

Spring

The linnet, the lark, and the thrush may sing.
All for to crown us with a true spring,
All for to crown now the break of the day,
When millions of flowers were pass on our way.
The millions of flowers that bloom but to die,
What answer that question that if we ask why?

'Tis creations great cycle, we're born now to die,

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