Spring

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The birds are chirping in the trees;
there go buzzing, busy bees.
A flutter of a butterfly
passes me as I go by.

A soft, warm breeze brushes over my face,
lifting my my apron trimmed with lace.
The breeze blows back my long, dark hair;
and so I push it back with care.

I see flowers everywhere;
They're so intricate and fair.
I see a tree that looks alive
as bees buzz round and round their hive.

How can I know that Spring is here?
Look around, feel and hear!
Some people cannot accept the fact;
that Spring is here---Spring is BACK!

By the Blue Rose, 1995