Spring a time to sing
Spring, such a simple thing
Birds fly, high in the sky
not a noise, not a sound
As you run your fingers through the flowers
you feel the rain begin to fall and shower
you begin to dance and twirl
feeling weary as the day dawns
you hear a melody setting you in
a trance of sweet complexity
you start to sing your sweet little melody
down and up the wonderous forest you go
lost in every wicked thought you know
flowers bloom every which way, here and there, everywhere
Life becomes clear as the world opens
coming full throttle like trojans.
Spring is a time to sing
until the rain stops and you hear the bell ring.
Birds fly, high in the sky
not a noise, not a sound
As you run your fingers through the flowers
you feel the rain begin to fall and shower
you begin to dance and twirl
feeling weary as the day dawns
you hear a melody setting you in
a trance of sweet complexity
you start to sing your sweet little melody
down and up the wonderous forest you go
lost in every wicked thought you know
flowers bloom every which way, here and there, everywhere
Life becomes clear as the world opens
coming full throttle like trojans.
Spring is a time to sing
until the rain stops and you hear the bell ring.
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