Spring Fling

the sour grass is singing yellow

the sky is screaming blue

the bramble bush is rambling white

as Spring begins anew

the hills are painted freshly green

neath mustard blankets bright

swinging orange skirts wildly

poppies wave and shout delight

daffodils nod the beat

grasses sway the rhythm

tinkling chimes swing in time

a bird trill joins in with 'em

the wind comes knocking at my pane

inviting me to play

and what else can I do but dance

on such a sunny day

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