Clear as it was, the morning light,
Swayed away the gloom of the night,
The voice of birds chirped out at the dusk,
The fragrance of flowers, just like musk.
A deer crept by, treading on the leaves,
Rustling the grass below its feet.
The season of spring, and that familiar breeze
Soothed and comforted, much to its ease.
A rabbit peeked out from its little hole,
Happiness pressing onto his gentle soul,
What else could replace this lasting wind,
And the hazy chill of the season's wind..
A squirrel peered out to the morning sun,
Spring was back, oh what fun!
The skip in its step, and that happy smile,
And that delightful little glint in his beady eyes.
Cherishing the joy, cherishing the sun,
The spring revelation comes back again,
Nature's gift and the year's surprise,
Turmoil perishes, and the smiles survive
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