After winter when spring does arrive
With smell of flowers and mustard fields
I think of just another season of life
Of finding joys in moments till
I live to last with that mirth
Songs that are ever present so
Upon this beautiful blessed earth,
As I go on just as I go;
I think of finding blooms yellow and greenish
I think of writing too of birds and bees,
I think of dreaming of the rising of Phoenix,
From the winter's frost and its beauteous lease,
I think of wandering away to the meadows quiet
And that rejuvenated state sung by spring with ease,
I just lie on the lea drenched by light
Only to get the feel of spring so unleashed.
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