Musical Spring

The music flows softly,
Through the window pane.
The music flows softly,
Through the sprinkling rain.

Spring is here,
It’s in the air.
Spring is here,
We have no care.

The music flows softly,
Like spring in the air.
The music flows softly,
Like us, with no cares.

poem by Nathan Good
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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