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The Robin has come.  It must be Spring, so
The flowers and trees will soon let us know.
A worm the Robin pulls out of the soft earth,
And a new season of beauty is about to give birth.
Birds in their nests we hear chirping so loudly
And the sky is so blue, not even a bit cloudy.
Then all of a sudden a shower rains down.
The sweet smells of earth come up from the ground.
Flowers bursting into bud and trees turning green.
Another wonderful season on which to dream.

© Copyright 1998 by Jean E. Gorney