Waters Run Free.-- Roundelay (Napomo Day 1)
Spring is the season when trees awaken
How heavenly the scents of lilacs can be
Of tiny snowdrops amids the tall bracken
By the stream where the waters run free.
Violets that peep though tiny buds of glory.
The wonders of nature bloom gracefully
Where Willow boughs tell a vibrant story
By the stream where the waters run free.
Shades of fox gloves within various hues
Tall and majestic such perfection to see
Of carmen pinks, and deep gentian blues
By the stream where the waters run free.
Migrating birds fly back home on the wing
To build nests within boughs of their tree
Sings to welcome the first rays of Spring
By the stream where the waters run free.
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