When winter’s gray has spent it’s day
And sun’s warm rays chased snow away
When flowering plants bloom and sway
A lively breeze fills the air
Spring has come dispelling despair
On to the meadow unhurried I stroll
In the season of new birth, spot a wild foal
The wonders of nature I quickly extol
Sprawled on fresh grass, I glint at blue sky
All troubles vanish in the wake of a sigh
I reach for a flower, bend for it’s scent
A fragrance so sweet from heaven sent
Closing my eyes I breathe my content
The bug on my hand can cause no grief
Gently It’s moved to the flower’s leaf
I stay for an hour, sometimes two
At this perfect setting for peace to pursue
Where life’s agonies never fail to subdue
It’s springtime in the meadow so then
Tomorrow’s always the day I’ll be back again
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