I love the spring, just every day,
There’s something new that’s come to stay.
Another bud,
another bird,
Beautiful butterflies, being lured,
With the bloom of every flower.
Not every sunrise can be the same.
Each one beautiful in its own way,
Is it anyhow possible that we can repay?
The care of nature,
And it’s magic.
Every new season,
Every new time,
Leaving behind a beautiful chime…
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