O, dear Winter pack your bag,
Let spring come and you go back.
Buds wish to open,plants want to bloom,
Time for bees to make some room.
Flowers wait to blossom,leaves want to grow,
Birds keen to sing and breeze wants to blow.
Gardens opening arms to welcome butterflies,
Earth is eager to tilt towards sunrise.
Season of renewal,season of rebirth
Spring is the prettiest ,season on earth.
-Aunt Mary
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