The last frost departed, the snow gone,
Now Spring is upon us and the ground flourishes,
Grass peaks out of the soil, awakened from its deep slumber,
The bugs return as do the birds.
The seeds hidden deep down in the dirt
Grow, feed, and sprout.
The sprouts grow, making their way up,
Adventuring towards the Sun.
The sprouts develop, they form a flower,
And from that flower, a bud, a blossom, a bloom.
By : Alyssa Hellenbrand
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