With salutations
I greet Spring
New born warmth,
nature brings.
Jewels of sunlight
touching down
Painting patterns
on the ground.
Flowers yawn,
address the day
Gentle breezes
softly sway.
Rustling leaves,
whispering air
Joyous Spring
is everywhere
Heather burns
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