| Spring Lauraine Mann |
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As the cooling wind breathes softly, 'Round and through the new-leafed trees, Birds go north, so swiftly winging, And from their hives come busy bees. In morn, the tiny drops of dew Carefully brighten every flower, Then in eve, the bars of moonlight Fall amongst the pines that tower. The earth awakes to radiant splendour, Of birds, and trees, and everything; Refreshing rain sprinkles downward, Oh! this wonderful season - Spring. |