Spring calls for haiku
Like frogs singing in a pond
Constant night music
Trees bud with green leaves
Flowers bloom in bright colors
Eyes and nose glow red
Stop and smell the rose
Listen to the buzz of bees
Grab your epipen
Sunshine breaks the clouds
The last puddles go away
Drought worries begin
Birds singing Spring songs
Faces turn toward the sun
Happiness abounds
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