From a pretty little frog
To the tiny buzzing bee;
Hiding on a log
Or busy round a tree.
Frost makes way for dew
Snow for April shower;
Grey skies gone, they are now blue
Look! I can see a flower.
And you know my favorite thing?
The fresh, bright smell of Spring.
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