This morning sun now let it flow thy gentle winds as they blow, I can hear the birds let them sing, skittish on the first day of spring, I hear nature’s cries I know my task! those quiet longings for days pasted. I smell the scent the winds bring, It’s sweet honeysuckle and the bees beam, silent fluttering the butterflies float this lost of beauty never will I cope. Caution to the wind a new life begins the sparrow’s dance may it never end, My spirits take flight hear my cheers! feathered friends of this hemisphere. I see a sight that’s so amazing it seems, through these tearing eyes I can see the Hummingbird’s Wings

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