The Eyes of Spring
The eyes of Spring look out at me so cold,
shivering from the pangs of Winter’s hold,
at me bundled up in my warmest coat
as I walk outside while I ponder and mope.
My thoughts are centered around the Spring
when the flowers come alive and the song birds sing,
when I can walk through the greenest meadows
for me being one of the most happy fellows.
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