Spring

 

The sun rises

The rooster crows

Winter dies

And the sun shines

The Earth ripens

Children play and run

They don't stop until the day is done 

Flowers bloom in every color

Wind flows softly through the air

But of course spring must end

and soon winter comes again.

 

 

 

 

 

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