In the early part of spring,
We hear many birds sing.
The blue sky,the green trees,
The butterflies and the honey bees.
The wonderful land of fantasy,
Where winds swirl in ecstasy.
Roses red and mulberry blue,
My wondeful world is a colored hue.
The sun the moon and stars, up in the sky,
Wish I could cathch them and fly.
The colorful nature all around me
I wish it stays as is seen.
The splashes of color all in my mind
was all in my dream, I wake up to find.
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