Ode to Spring

 

Spring will arrive.
Spring is coming.
Spring feels late…
and now—Spring is here.
Oh joy, Spring is here.

The rain has come,
and the grass turns
an Irish shade of green.

The crisp morning air reminds us
Spring is still new, still tender,
while the sun whispers
how warm it can be.

The birds come slowly—
one, two,
then whole families gathering,
searching for worms
in the Irish green grass.

The trees hold tiny buds,
full of quiet promise;
some will bloom into soft florals,
others into bright,
tender green leaves.

Spring is here,
and the earth is awakening
to all the things I love.

Oh joy…
Spring is here.

Above is a Slightly more lyrical version.

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Gently Refined:

Spring will arrive.
Spring is coming.
Spring is late.
Spring is here—
oh joy, Spring is here.

The rain has come,
and the grass turns an Irish shade of green.
The crisp morning reminds us
Spring is still fresh.
The sun reminds us
how warm it can be.

The birds come in slowly—
one, two,
then whole families
searching for worms
in the Irish green grass.

The trees hold tiny buds;
some will bloom into beautiful florals,
and some into bright green tender leaves.

Spring is here,
and the earth is awakening
with the things I love.

Oh joy,
Spring is here.

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Original:

Spring will arrive Spring is coming Spring is late Spring is here! Oh joy, Spring is here. The rain came and the grass turns an Irish shade of green. The crisp morning reminds us Spring is still fresh. The sun reminds us how warm it can be. The birds some in slowly one, two, then whole families looking for worms in the Irish green grass. The trees have tiny buds. Some will bloom beautiful floral and some bright green infant leaves. Spring is here and the earth is awakening with the things I love. Oh joy, Spring is here.

Original by me. Others written by me and refined by Chatgpt.

Ai artwork by me.