Fresh flowers blossom
When spring bloom
And dance of honey bees
Is there for every one to see.
The song of frogs in creek
For rain other creatures awakes
With birds in sky taking cover
As rivers will once again flow with water.
By the web in grass of meadow
In the morn Nature makes you know
Today horizon would be clear and bright
And rain will be away from sight.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
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