We see the images of the Spring Season
in Nature's vast looking glass.
We view the environment pulsating with life
Among all the trees and even the grass.
We hear the emphatic sounds
of the flight of the south-bound geese,
And the plaintive call of the mourning doves,
And the breeze among the emerging leaves.
We welcome the perception of Spring
At this transformation of the year.
We see, hear and feel its presence
And we know summer is near.
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