When the spring blooms,
The sun glooms.

When the trees unfurl their leaves
The bees come as thieves.

When the flowers groom
The nature blooms with joy.
And everyone enjoys
The beauty of spring.

And when the birds tweet and fly,
They soar very high
In the clear blue sky.

When the birds sing,
They bring the rhythm of spring.

When the world enjoys the bright spring
I look at it with fascination
Without a blink!

When the spring blooms
The sun glooms…

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