| The sound of Spring creeps silently in utter silence. Withering Leaves fall, glittering sunset from the motionless sky. Flowers blooming in the coming of spring, the teardrops of joy, the songs of birds fill the passionate sky. The warmth and the light of the sun shine generously with lust. The smell of spring air fill the innocence of the sky. The warm spring sun is shining overhead. Glittery raindrops falling from the soaring clouds, the feeling of spring is near, The sounds of spring. Ron Hackett |
| THE SOUNDS OF SPRING |
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