IT'S SPRING
IT'S SPRING SAYS A GENTLE BREEZE
MOTHER EARTH'S SWEET BREAST IS FLOWING
THE SUCKLING TREES GROW GREEN
AND THE SUN IS GLOWING
THE BEASTS GAUNT AND SLEEPY EYED
COME OUT OF HIBERNATION
THE BIRDS ARRIVE IN THRONGS
TO HERALD THE RECREATION
THE STREAMS FREED FROM WINTER 'S ICE
SWIFTLY FLOW SINGING A SONG
AND GREAT WHITE CLOUDS IN A BIG BLUE SKY
SILENTLY SAIL, ALONG
FRANK A VOLLMER
IT'S SPRING SAYS A GENTLE BREEZE
MOTHER EARTH'S SWEET BREAST IS FLOWING
THE SUCKLING TREES GROW GREEN
AND THE SUN IS GLOWING
THE BEASTS GAUNT AND SLEEPY EYED
COME OUT OF HIBERNATION
THE BIRDS ARRIVE IN THRONGS
TO HERALD THE RECREATION
THE STREAMS FREED FROM WINTER 'S ICE
SWIFTLY FLOW SINGING A SONG
AND GREAT WHITE CLOUDS IN A BIG BLUE SKY
SILENTLY SAIL, ALONG
FRANK A VOLLMER
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