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Blossom sways gently,
In warming breeze,
Warm sun shining,
Whisper of leaves.

The melodic birdsong,
From up high,
Barely a cloud,
In bluest sky.

The Blossom attracts,
Birds and bees,
Beams of light,
Through the trees.

Rabbit tails bobbing,
Over the field,
Crops do show,
Another good yield.

New lambs born,
That's natures gift,
Sight of such,
Gives spirit lift.

A gentle breeze,
The warming sun,
As blossom sways,
Spring has begun.

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