The buds turn
to vibrant flowers,
at the first sign
of spring showers.

The clouds have parted
and the sun shines below,
streaking the sky
is a majestic rainbow.

That sparkling sky,
a heavenly shade of blue.
Out of their beds,
come the hibernating crew.

The bees and the birds
flutter and take flight.
All seasons are great
but spring is a sight!

It's colors and textures
are rich and vast,
bringing sharply to mind
springs of the past.

God made them all
each season you see,
but spring is painted

So cherish God's canvas
of vivid hue,
set boldly under
the heavens of blue.

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