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Spring

A poem

By free manPublished 12 days ago 1 min read
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The morning sun wakes up the sleeping winds

The gentle wind wakes up the green trees.

The tall trees wake up the beautiful birds.

The beautiful birds fly to the blue sky.

The sky shook the sleeping clouds in its arms.

The earth needs to be nourished. Come on, let's get ready to go.

The clouds became rain and leapt down.

They fell into the sea and the water turned blue.

They fall into the forest and the leaves on the trees turn green.

The sun rises and the world comes alive.

I look up at the morning light and the wind.

Ah, so it's spring!

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About the Creator

free man

Thank you for your love

I hope you are happy every day

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  • ROCK 12 days ago

    Nicely expressed; refreshing. Reminds me of Donovan.

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