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.
The sun peeks out from the clouds,
Its warm, bright light, hitting the ground.
I soak in the sun's rays,
As I long for more spring days.
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