Spring - Poem by Goldheart Bird
Flowers blossom, at your window,
Showing the beauty of spring.
Birds chirping on green, leafy trees.
The grass is lush, and beautiful.
Tulips, roses, and weeds, all dancing in meadows.
Bare-footed children, giggling and skipping.
The sky is blue with puffy clouds,
And joy is all around.
I sit on the grass, making rings of dandelions.
Rose bushes sway right and left,
Holding themselves confidently,
Leaving pretty petals on the ground.
Small worms, crawling in the mud,
Helping gardeners plant their flowers.
Life goes through many changes,
Just like these seasons.
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