Элина Пашнева
Every year there comes a month,
When songbirds sing in loud triumph,
And every year without a miss,
The warm sea comes to give a kiss.
It’s not a rare phenomenon,
The trees are green, so is the lawn,
And so it comes, the winter ends,
A warmer hug the nature sends.
It comes with lots of joy and glee,
The tons of colours you can see,
Are sent down for you to adore,
Nature’s pure and happy roar.
And like a bird, you’ll want to soar,
Through Earth’s great beauty, through Barna’s shore,
I’ll take you with me on the ride,
To see the Earth’s blessing all so wide.
Comes a month
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