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Why are the simple things in life so hard?

Who decides what is right or wrong?

Not everything is set in black and white,

So why do you turn your back on the grey inbetween?

If it is not wrong to love,

Then why do you judge it so?

The purest things are never simple,

How can you scorn what you don't understand?

Our hearts make decisions,

When our minds are closed to reason.

Must we freeze the fire kindling inside,

Just because others say it isn't right?

Spring

The sun is shining,

Daffodils are in bloom,

Shaking their golden heads in a warm, gentle breeze,

Spring is in the air.

There are baby geese by the lake,

Their fluffy little feathers glistening in the sun,

As the proud new dad warns off anyone who gets too near,

Spring is in the air.

Hidden in the hedgerow,

Two little ears come into view,

A tiny nose twitches, sniffing the air,

The easter bunny delivered after all,

As a pair of cotton tails nibble and hop through the undergrowth,

Spring is in the air.

The sun shines on fields of yellow,

As people bask in its long awaited warmth,

Children run and play over fields of green,

Sounds of joy and laughter everywhere,

Spring is in the air.