The Magic Of Spring Poem by Aisha Mone't

I look to the left,
then to the right,
and i wonder at the sight,
flowers blooming,
the air is moist,
the air so clean,
i can rejoice,
i feel as throw i drank from the fountain of youth,
to feel so clean,
so good,
so pure,
I wish that i may forever be in this sate of mind,
with a clean slate,
so pure of mind.
But alas soon spring is over,
the is dew gone,
the magic flees not to come back till next spring.