Nothing now is green but the lawn.
All the trees and plants look forlorn.
No birds that happily chirp or sing
Nothing but pigeons that cannot sing.
No colours but white, blue and brown.
Colours in the sky and of branches barren.
No squirrels, magpies or even a raven.
Nothing does our moods and hearts liven.
When will we see beautiful hues.
Budding flowers and sprouting leaves.
When will we hear the birdie's song.
Soon it will spring, the wait isn't long.
All the trees and plants look forlorn.
No birds that happily chirp or sing
Nothing but pigeons that cannot sing.
No colours but white, blue and brown.
Colours in the sky and of branches barren.
No squirrels, magpies or even a raven.
Nothing does our moods and hearts liven.
When will we see beautiful hues.
Budding flowers and sprouting leaves.
When will we hear the birdie's song.
Soon it will spring, the wait isn't long.
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