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SPRING FEVER

You can dip and dive in the cool breeze of July.

But the spring day cheer brings joy and hope though out the year.

With the fresh smell of honey due comb in the air,

From  the  ripeness of fruits and flowers beds spreading all over nature land,

And as, the buzzing bees suck honey nectar from the lily   pond and the beautiful garden of rose bushes as the pollen smitten  the air.

The birds chirp as they nest to rest their young away from predators.

The sunshine bared down on the earth.

 Them the rain would pour lightly against the shore.

A cool, relaxing, sensual of amound  joy.

An April shower near the tall water tower, 

The bear cub  comes out from hibernating when he discover his first rain drop.

His papa bear can sense that there will be fish awaiting at the river..

Suddenly theres  a fox peeping behind a tree,seeking out the scene.

As I  look up into the clear, crystal,  sea, blue sky, there before my eyes a rainbow of such kind.

It was beautiful and full.

It was a bright  red,a sunshine yellow and a baby blue.

You see this is a part of the new blessing of god to restore and replenish.

The spring brings bonds together.

Enriched mating calls,and dreams forever.

Can you imagine yourself sitting on the front porch drinking a clod ice tea,

Watching the sun set.

It like a ray of ligth that shines on us

It reminds me of a start of a new life.

A new heart

And a new mind.

Its climates are welcome,

It produces all nature and its core 

 Springs gives me sense of courage to feel free.

Spring gives me a motion and drive to remember.

      To me spring time is a sign of a new beginning.

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