Spring Weather - Poem by Marvina Stedge
There is a season, I love the most,
it's the greatest season of the year.
flowers bloom and make the world pretty,
and then there's showers, as I smell the air.
it's Spring I say, the best season ever,
the chirping of the birds and the flowing of the rivers.
sometimes I go outside and sit on my porch,
and listen to the insects as they talk to eachother.
and I know that one day I will die and leave this world forever,
but for now, i'm going to relax and enjoy this gorgeous Spring weather.
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