Opening its eyes, this time the first

As the flowers bloom and burst

No more white, just plain green

It is such, a beautiful scene

Baby lambs, and animals alike

Begin what is the life-long hike

The world they see, will not last

We have seen this in the past

A baby lamb, you wish to pet

Soon becomes just soaking wet

As March closes, the heavens awake

Causing babies to shiver and shake

But it is not all just doom and gloom

For the rain makes flowers bloom

The End

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