Spring
by Henri Meraz (age 12)
The atmosphere of spring comes with observing
the greenery swaying swiftly with the wind through
every lawn on a partly sunny and chilly morning.
From beautiful-smelling, bright purple lavender to
half-grown sunflowers, there is an odd but nice smell
of fresh cut grass as birds all around sing a symphony.
In the afternoon, kids play and laugh under the hot, yellow sun
with a stable temperature. Cars cautiously move down an old, cracked
street.
Streetlamps light up the grey pavement as the dark of night
overcomes the day. Crickets chirp. Stars align while one gazes
up at the dark blue evening sky.
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