S omewhere between the midsts of tulips and daffodils,
P resents for your mother and constant ringing tills.
R ipping off your jumper as the sun is out to play,
I nspired by the sky that is bluer every day.
N ever seeing grey 'cause the sun has sprinkled gold,
G ems and diamonds can't compare when there's something so bold.
T imid birds perching branches of evergreens,
I can't help but imagine how that freedom feels.
M idsts of perfect sunshine can hide the meaning of spring,
E very part of new life, waiting to begin...
Happy springtime, everyone!
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