The Springtime Sonnet
By Morningchild Scitor
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The Spring Dawm doth shine o'er still countryside,
Birds doth sing their praises to the bright sun,
I awake from my slumber on my side,
And the snow doth lay trampled by one's son.
The wonderous snow doth melt too quickly,
And although the sun doth beat down o'er us,
The changing wind doth blow round fickelly.
Now i go outside for Cyrene's hire bus.

But although it may be snowing today,
The morrow will be warm and cheerful;
And life will continue while i doth say,
'Thank Gods, for nature is not tearful.

And as day and night now change places,
We have a massive smile on our faces.



Thankyou for taking time to read this, all questions please ask the
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Penned by my hand on the 24th of Glacian, in the year 481 AF.