Spring time when the birds sing louder than the planes
A million small buds blossoming over night
One for every person happy to leave the coat at home
The sky is blue with small white clouds
The first bicycle ride and hair dancing with the wind

You own the road, the park and the bench
Eyeing trees, traffic lights and the grass
Like checking your estates after the long winter
Courteous bus drivers are paid with a smile
After all spring is in the air
It’s for all to see!


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