* City Spring
Green is the shoots
Green is tall grass reaching
Green the fields I see
Green lawns cut short
Green Spring everywhere to see
Sun is out and breeze is fair
Fresh clean city air
The storms have springcleaned
Roads gleam as drying slowly up
Storms have whisked fumes away
Air is clear no orange smudge
On horizion of this city home
We can breath and taste the world
A hint of Spring in every breath
Awake and free in season's thrall
Seems a new life for all.
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