As I walk out of my house into the yard
I can see magical yet natural things;
Things not before I've seen
when it comes to the magic of Spring.
The birds singing, dancing,
and flying around above my head;
And when I looked up at the sad
weeping willow, a tear I have shed.
I love the magic of Spring,
this magic is everywhere;
Not only is it under my feet
but it's also in the air.
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