Spring; the season that come after rain
Relieving us from all our pain.
It's the season when flowers bloom
It wouldn't let you stay in your room.

Air becomes pure; trees become green,
It seems that we are in a dream.
I love this clean beautiful sky,
Like birds, I wish I could also fly.

I've read about this miracle in books,
Till today, I was unaware of it's actual looks.
With all the love, God decorate the nature,
And we are lucky to see his lovely creature.
-San B. & Vennie
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Half credit goes cutypie114 . We both made this poem in class.

Always smile ☺