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Spring's
Magical Bliss
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The time of season,
when the earth is reborn.
Coming back to life,
after a long winter's rest.
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The great trumpeting of the geese,
announcing their arrival.
Tulips peering out of the earth,
busy playing a game of peek a boo.
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The soft soothing sounds,
of the season's rain.
It plays a song of tranquility,
on an old tin roof.
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The brook now awakens,
and trickles back to life.
Sparkling like diamonds,
in the warmth of the morning sun.
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The Sugar Maple,
pours out all of it's sweetness.
Cleverly hidden away,
since last spring.
A morsel of,
Spring's Magical Bliss.
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Elizabeth Ann Bushey©
Copyright: 2005
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