Each year Spring days are new
beneath the sky's gradation of hue.
The succulent vegetation, tulips rare.
It seems that nothing can compare,
each beautiful moment clear and free, Nature's miracles for everyone to see.
The April showers bless the land,
Then aiding the beauty at hand,
awakening the flowers-thawing the ground
where Nature's miracles abound.
As we welcome Spring loud and clear,
Nature emerges anew each year.
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