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Sprouting flowers blooming delight,

Spring is here, oh what a graceful sight.

Birds flutter and flowers dance,

Trees stutter with great romance.

The snow dissolves, the mystery solves,

Of where the grass has elapsed.

I found my spot under a tree and heartily just collapsed.

I gazed into clouds, feeling childish but proud,

And imagined a world of gold…

I was continuously blessed, and playfully dressed,

In a world were you never grow old.

I came back to my tree, jumped up gleefully,

And skipped towards the sun.

I grabbed a ball, stood up tall,

…for the day had just begun.​