Open the door
Spring knocks
At the door!
Look at the sky
It's blue and high
Bright as sunshine
And not a sigh!
See that Robin
With a beak so thin
Chirping cheerily
In a red robe spin!
And what was dud
Has become a bud
Shining in the sun
It's a rosy rosebud!
Thank you my spring
You have a ring
Of refreshing candor
With a lot of zing!
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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