The air is cool and I am without thought, As I sleep on the rock which aren't yet too hot. And I wake to see endless fields of green grass, Not faded pastures or a leaf-covered mass. This is why Spring is my first and favorite of seasons. Summer, Fall, and Winter? All have lesser reasons.
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