
Segment 9755 in Spring Days Speed Zone: 120 - 139 WPM
As the nights drift away in sleek silence,
And the morning seeps in with no sound,
The winds warm breeze howls like sirens.
Snow has melted, not a trace to be found.
Winter has gone, and now it is spring,
The birds arise, and oh, how they sing.
Their whistle, their trill, and their chirp,
It is not a secret that they are birds.