Flowers bloom with joy,
As the first ray of summer creeps in.
The sunbeam finally brings us relief,
After the cold, fretful days of the winter.
The leaves look greener,
And the white,cotton-candy like clouds
Claim their territory,
On the infinite blue sky.
Joy and merriment
Now fills the air,
As the world finally wakes up,
From its icy sleep.
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