Spring wakes with a tender sigh,
Buds unfold as dawn draws nigh.
Soft blossoms drift in fleeting flight,
Carried high by morning light.
Golden rays on dewdrops gleam,
A dance of hope, a waking dream.
Streams hum low, the robins sing,
Life returns on gentle wing.

Summer hums in fiery cheer,
Skies stretch vast, horizons clear.
Sunlit waves in endless play,
Warm winds chase the clouds away.
Fields glow bright in golden hue,
Days feel young, though time is due.
Children’s laughter fills the air,
Echoes dancing everywhere.
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