Spring
(стихи моей дочери)
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The birds sing their song,
to the flowers who bloom.
The creek whooshes through,
and reflects the sun’s beauty.
In the gentle , kind breeze,
blades of grass bow their heads in honor,
to the maiden called Spring.
She brought peace to the world,
coaxing Winter to cease.
Little children splash,
in the smooth, cool, cool, waters.
Aroma of roses,
spreads through to the nose,
of the one who enjoys Spring’s gifts.
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Spring’s Light
The spring is our youth
And its warmth is our own heart
Its wind is our soul
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The View of Spring
I watch the world all around me,
and praise that spring is here.
I watch my sister buds grow beside me,
and wobble unsteadily in the wind.
My green brother blades surround us,
protecting us from much harm.
For I am a flower,
and need the sun to grow healthy and strong.
Smooth, cool spring showers bless us with their water,
for us to drink and not die.
I am an ornament in the fields around me,
and let the wind carry my scent,
to let pollinators know that I’m here.
Victoria(11)
***
The birds sing their song,
to the flowers who bloom.
The creek whooshes through,
and reflects the sun’s beauty.
In the gentle , kind breeze,
blades of grass bow their heads in honor,
to the maiden called Spring.
She brought peace to the world,
coaxing Winter to cease.
Little children splash,
in the smooth, cool, cool, waters.
Aroma of roses,
spreads through to the nose,
of the one who enjoys Spring’s gifts.
________________________________
Spring’s Light
The spring is our youth
And its warmth is our own heart
Its wind is our soul
______________________________
The View of Spring
I watch the world all around me,
and praise that spring is here.
I watch my sister buds grow beside me,
and wobble unsteadily in the wind.
My green brother blades surround us,
protecting us from much harm.
For I am a flower,
and need the sun to grow healthy and strong.
Smooth, cool spring showers bless us with their water,
for us to drink and not die.
I am an ornament in the fields around me,
and let the wind carry my scent,
to let pollinators know that I’m here.
Victoria(11)
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