Bathed in sunlight,
strolling down a path.
The trees bowing,
clothed in winter white.
The moon so close,
Seen even before night.
Smiling back at the sun.
Wind quenches a parched soul,
watching as the grass grows,
Green peeking through
retreating patches of snow.
Preparing for a new season
Birds flutter here and there
Relocating to new horizons
Clouds billow softly,
in the warmth of a new sky.
The wind carrying them on
There way.
Oh what a glorious day,
oh what a glorious day.
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