The wings of spring flutter in the cool morning breeze.
Soon, she sits, perched on a newly budding tree.
Spring's song sings out into the air.
Flowers’ hearing her lift up their colorful heads without any care.
The earth below the flowers’ roots begins to warm.
The air above may possibly cast out a springtime storm.
Frozen waters’ that have laid dormant in pools’ and lakes’, feel the new seasons warming and the ice that captured them melts and breaks.
All that hops, wiggles, creeps, flutters and flies, find their paths as spring touches the soft powder blue skies.
Trees’ dance and sway in the spring's mild, cool breeze, while their delicate leaves unfurl with joy, reaching up to the golden sun that floats in the powder blue sea.
The wings of spring have flown to us once again…so let us go out and play in her breezes just like the morning Wren….
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