Come walk with me in the springtime,
Past the apple blossoms fair.
Their fragrance was made in Heaven
And drifts slowly through the air.
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Trees are starting to bud again
And daffodils are breaking sod.
Songbirds grace us with melodies,
Singing their praises to God.
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Rivers are singing sweet songs again,
Spring is fresh and clean.
Brilliant colors are exploding everywhre
And the grass is turning green.
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I’m overwhelmed at Spring’s beauty
Anh shall savor it in my heart.
I thank my God in Heaven
Who is the Master of all art.
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Shirly Hile Powell
Ñi
Daïo Ngaøy Xuaân
Xin haõy cuøng toâi
daïo chôi Xuaân,
Qua röøng hoa taùo
deïp voâ ngaàn,
Höông thôm toûa
ngaùt töø trôøi roäng
Phuû xuoáng quanh ta ôû
theá traàn.
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Caây coái ñua nhau laïi
naåy choài,
Thuûy tieân vaøng nôû,
ñeïp quaù thoâi,
Chim hoùt ca möøng
nghe ríu rít,
Daâng lôøi ca ngôïi
ñeán Chuùa Trôøi.
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Soâng nöôùc cuõng
reo haùt ngoït ngaøo,
Trôøi Xuaân töôi
maùt, ñeïp bieát bao !
Maàu saéc töng böøng
khoe khaép choán,
Coû caây xanh laïi gioáng
ngaøy naøo.
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Caûnh saéc muøa Xuaân
ngaäp loøng toâi,
In daáu trong tim chaúng
muoán rôøi,
Daâng lôøi caûm
taï leân Thöôïng Ñeá
Laøm Chuû Muøa Xuaân
cuûa muoân loaøi.
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San Diego, California
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