Nature poets are enjoying the joy of Spring.
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The Dandelion of Spring hath its end.
Ode oft wrote about Spring,
Sense of joy may Blossom Blight bring.
Cuckoo is the harbinger of this season.
Soundless roaming, sweet-song creates the reason.
Cherish the Green on the solitary fields.
It reminds, the Summer is just around the corner.
It started to blow in the last Winter.
Now growing to get the summer; it hath short lease.
The blossom bowed down with its one while March is scarcely here.
It is difficult to glorify the time on the same year.
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