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In blooming springs, where nature wakes,
Fluttering wings, with joyous takes,
Birds take flight, in a graceful display,
Their wings ablaze, in a dazzling array.
They soar and swoop, in the skies so blue,
With melodies that charm anew,
Their plumage bright, a vibrant sight,
As they dance with joy, in pure delight.
Their wings beat fast, in rhythmic pace,
A symphony of motion, a timeless grace,
They chase the winds, with boundless glee,
In blooming springs, so wild and free.
They build their nests, with love and care,
In branches high, in the fragrant air,
They tend to eggs, with gentle beaks,
Awaiting hatchlings, small and meek.
And when the fledglings spread their wings,
The world, to them, a wonder brings,
They join the dance, with hearts so light,
In blooming springs, a breathtaking sight.
So, let's celebrate the fluttering wings,
In blooming springs, where nature sings,
A season of renewal, a time of cheer,
As life awakens, with wings so near.