Spring sings its song, wandering through
The vast foreign lands, covered
With silver-tinted frost.
Touching, bending down,
Skipping a pirouette,
Laughing gaily, smiles all around.
She leaps on a lily pad,
"Splash!" it goes.
The reed on the side of the river
Glows in laughter.
Warmth exudes from Spring's magic,
Reaching up to the sky's dark aura.
A finger ripples through
And a soft bright blue begins
To leave a trail
Across the marsh.
Our old friend peeks in, and
Spring waves a grateful hello.
She takes her rest,
The world glad,
Smiles all around.
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