Building nests soft and warm,
To raise their young from egg to bird,
It is a sight that is superb.
Although the rain may fall upon them,
The new flowers still shine through,
The hummingbirds will hover before them,
A pretty sight it is too.
The grass will grow tall,
While the air grows fresh,
A wondrous time it shall be,
From the meadows dancing in the wind,
To the young birds flailing their wings,
Trying to sore to the skies.
The world is renewed as spring takes over,
The freshness of the air,
To the young foals frolicking through the long wild grass,
It is a time to awaken after the long cold winter.
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