With spring rain the welcome scent of clover
Pink tinges the greening of the meadows,
Babbling brooks rushing alive once again
To valleys no longer lying fallow
Rich loam opening for newborn seedlings,
Sparrows chirp-chatter in the foliage
Rising sun awakens the sleeping fawn
With warmer breath, no longer shivering,
Nipping hopeful buds destined not to be
Blossoming in some beautiful spring bouquet,
The squeals of children playing hide and seek
Forgetting months of winter's sullen gloom,
Foreshadowing the warmth of summer's June
Nature's choir trilling the return of hope.
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