Is it about the bud bundled deep
Keen to wake up from calm deep sleep
Take in the galour of sping so sweet
Jump around, make merry, music upbeat
Is it a girl that lay asleep
Care and warmth of kin at reach
Awakened to the promises of youth and dreams
Only to find lies and sorrows hurt deep
Is it the season that plans to spring
Bright and happy and mood upswing
Past the days of glory fell dark
Winter and glum, all happiness lost?
No heed, beauty of the words
Never lost, be it any of the lot
Pen you must, share grief and joy
For in these lies the glories of thought!
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