If you think of Spring, what do you see?
Flowers, eggs, bunnies, or bees?
I see the grass, green and lush;
The streams filled with a serene gush.
The sky is a blanket, infinite and blue;
A reminder of nothing better to do
than lie around and gaze at the clouds,
all the while, tranquility enshrouds.
The trees are a haven, bountiful and dense;
Fragrant pine smells delicately intense.
Song birds are lively, filled with merriment and bliss.
You ask how I see spring?
Just like this.
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