I hear the birds singing
Telling me their stories
Where they went
Where they will be going
I see the bees being busy
As if their food is running away
I smell the flowers
They are blooming like never before
I see the sun
Hiding behind those white clouds
Like it’s afraid to shine bright
But one day
When the wind knows it belongs to the sun
The wind will blow away the white clouds
And the sun can shine bright
Spring
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