Spring is in the air

As I sit with the gentle breeze,
Blowing through my hair.
I can tell that spring,
Is in the air.

The smell of fresh cut grass,
Energizes me.
The scent of fresh flowers,
Blooming on the breeze.

The suttle lite,
Buzzing sound of bees.
The budding trees scent,
Lingers in the breeze.

What was once cold,
And covered in sndow.
Is now a bright green hue,

What was once a bright,
White wonderland.
Now seems like a dream.
As I sit with my hair blowing in the gentle breeze.

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[Chris]

Seasons and lives renew...