Waltz of Spring
Green pastures tell my friends To come out of their small house, Smell the fresh dew perfume sends, Hear me conduct the waltz of Strauss The clouds have cleared the view For my friends to enjoy the bright spotlight Where I lead the wind orchestra of green and blue They play and sway to my direction with delight The flower buds enticed by the symphony Their whorls gradually open to hear more of it Everyone rise to the climax of spring’s harmony A rush of excitement, images of happiness hit…
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