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An Excerpt from the Book of Seasons

Author: 
Anonymous

Of all of my reasons,
Spring is my first and favorite of seasons.
To see the blue water shine in the sun,
or the green trees inviting a climb - oh, what fun!

The air is cool and I am without thought,
As I sleep on the rocks which aren't yet too hot.
And I wake to see endless fields of green grass,
Not faded pastures or a leaf-covered mass.

This is why Spring is my first and favorite of seasons.
Summer, Fall, and Winter? All have lesser reasons.