I think about the daffodils,
that bloom again each spring.
I dream about the stars at night
while listening to the crickets sing.
I love to see the trees in bloom
and watch the kids at play.
I love the smell that fills the air
while picking a fresh bouquet.
Gentle rains to keep it fresh
and help everything stay green.
Washing off the winters dirt
now everything seems clean.
The days are getting longer
and the chill has left our air.
Spring is just a time of beauty
there's nothing that can compare.
Along with spring comes Easter
a time to thank God up above.
For giving us his only son
who died to show us his love.
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