The air was full of sun and birds,
The fresh air sparkled clearly.
Remembrance wakened in my heart
And I knew I loved her dearly.
The fallows and the leafless trees
And all my spirit tingled.
My earliest thought of love, and Spring's
First puff of perfume mingled.
In my still heart the thoughts awoke,
Came lone by lone together -
Say, birds and Sun and Spring, is Love
A mere affair of weather?
Spring Song by Robert Louis Stevenson
As I walked down my street the other day I was escorted by hundreds of trees all in bloom, sprouting tulips and daffodils, the sound of baby birds, and the smell of fresh soil. It reconfirmed my reason why spring is my favorite season. Not only because I am in love with the blooming trees and flowers, and the cute baby animals you see everywhere, but it gives me hope. Spring is life after death, it is rebirth. No matter how harsh, cold, and dark Winter may be spring always comes. It is proof if we can hold on, push through, eventually things come around.
The fresh air sparkled clearly.
Remembrance wakened in my heart
And I knew I loved her dearly.
The fallows and the leafless trees
And all my spirit tingled.
My earliest thought of love, and Spring's
First puff of perfume mingled.
In my still heart the thoughts awoke,
Came lone by lone together -
Say, birds and Sun and Spring, is Love
A mere affair of weather?
Spring Song by Robert Louis Stevenson
As I walked down my street the other day I was escorted by hundreds of trees all in bloom, sprouting tulips and daffodils, the sound of baby birds, and the smell of fresh soil. It reconfirmed my reason why spring is my favorite season. Not only because I am in love with the blooming trees and flowers, and the cute baby animals you see everywhere, but it gives me hope. Spring is life after death, it is rebirth. No matter how harsh, cold, and dark Winter may be spring always comes. It is proof if we can hold on, push through, eventually things come around.
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