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Small, green leaf buds Growing on the branches of trees Violet clovers and dandelions Unfold in the fresh grass A clean scent fills the air Birds start calling at last Frogs croak in the forest While the undergrowth becomes more dense Grey clouds gather in the sky A few cold drops of rain fall To where the river lies A rabbit streaks across the field Taking cover from the rain While far away a whistle can be heard From a passing freight train The last of the winter snow melts While the rain quickens its pace Finally, it's springtime Of many, it is the best of days
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
Spring
Small, green leaf buds Growing on the branches of trees Violet clovers and dandelions Unfold in the fresh grass A clean scent fills the air Birds start calling at last Frogs croak in the forest While the undergrowth becomes more dense Grey clouds gather in the sky A few cold drops of rain fall To where the river lies A rabbit streaks across the field Taking cover from the rain While far away a whistle can be heard From a passing freight train The last of the winter snow melts While the rain quickens its pace Finally, it's springtime Of many, it is the best of days
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
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