Saturday in spring, oh what a delight,
The world awakens from its winter night,
The birds sing sweetly, as the sun shines bright,
And all around us, there's a wondrous sight.
The flowers bloom, in colors so bold,
The air is fresh, and not too cold,
We shed our coats, and wear clothes so light,
As we bask in the glory of the season's might.
The grass is green, and soft to the touch,
As we lay down, and gaze at the sky so much,
The clouds float by, like dreams on high,
As we take in the beauty, with a contented sigh.
The bees buzz by, from flower to flower,
As they gather nectar, with their power,
And we watch in awe, at the work they do,
In harmony with nature, so pure and true.
We take a walk, along the path,
And feel the breeze, as it makes us laugh,
We stop to smell, the fragrance of the blooms,
And listen to the whispers, of the trees and their tunes.
Saturday in spring, oh how we love thee,
For you bring us joy, and make us see,
The wonders of nature, in all their glory,
And fill our hearts, with a wondrous story.
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