Spring

A light mist, the caressing kiss of gentle rain
The silhouette of birds singing
As they play among the leaves
Carried upon the breeze
The gentle nature of the meadow echoes in the wind

The morning dew that glistens within the morning light
Beneath the rising sun the meadow blossoms
As the spring bulbs
Reach up towards the sky

Amidst the new horizon
The clouds drift so slowly by
Where once the tears of heaven fell
Harmony now dwells

As the breeze rustles through the leaves
The swaying trees rock gently with such grace and ease
Beside the brook the tricking water
Passes amongst the cobblestones

Spring reminds me of this place, I used to know
For in the springtime I am home
For that is where I roam

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