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The air is alive, with the buzzing of bees,
The birds, in chorus, sing among the trees,
Jolly with golden strings of sun rays
Hold up our faded passions to sing!
Oh, spring, how you awaken our senses anew,
With each breath we take, we become part of you.
The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers,
And the sound of rustling leaves echoes low.
As nature awakens, her enchanting powers,
We marvel at the majesty that begins to show.
The tulips stand tall, their heads held high,
Their petals unfurled, a delicate dye.
The daffodils sway with the cherry blossoms.
Fragile beauty, in harmony,
like stars, the daisies, adorn the meadow,
Their faces turned upward, seeking the sun.
Their simplicity, a charm thatโs hard to shadow,
Natureโs grace so freely spun.
The air is alive, with the buzzing of bees,
The birds, in chorus, sing among the trees,
Their melodies of joy, we long to hear.
Oh, spring, how you awaken our senses anew,
With each breath we take, we become part of you.
As we wander through fields, bathed in green,
And lose ourselves in natureโs grand display.
In this season of rebirth, we find our way,
In this season of rebirth, we find our way.
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