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As the sun gently sings, a song of sweet melodic harmony

Meadows fill their fields, with spring’s colored floral vibrancy

Countless wildflowers sway to the tune, as warm winds brush by

Full, bright, deep colors paint the pastures, trees, and sky

A cheerful robin whistles, like delicate notes bowed on a violin

The rise and fall breathes new hope, to old trees, with fruit blooming in

Rosy blush sweeps the newly budded blossoms, and blue bird’s cheeks

As the dance of new life spreads through mountains, valleys and creeks

-Marie Helen Abramyan