Let Spring come like a romping child,
excitedly with boundless glee,
and let her be escorted by
a scented breeze that teases me.
Let poppies dance in grassy fields
with petals yellow, blue and red
beneath an ever-smiling sun,
a widespread sky whose clouds have fled.
And let Spring wave a magic wand
at trees undressed all winter long.
Let nodes appear, then leafy boughs.
Add nesting birds, their trills and song.
I love to watch Spring rollicking
much like a schoolyard kid at play,
She brings back life, rejuvenates.
Let her remain, extend her stay!
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