You Can Tell It's Spring

I was walking up my street from the bus stop and I thought, "You can tell it's spring by the sound of the birds." Then I thought, "That would make a good poem."

You can tell it's spring by the sound of the birds.

You can tell it's spring by the green on the trees.

You can tell it's spring by the blue of the sky.

You can tell it's spring by the smell on the breeze.

You can tell it's spring by the pollen in the air.

You can tell it's spring by the--wait.

Is that snow?

I guess it's not spring just yet.

The End

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