Spring is coming.


Spring is coming.

There are four seasons in our country.
All are equally original.
They are waiting in line
They come one after another.

giving way to winter,
Welcomes spring.
My grandfather, a farmer, softened the ground,
Fertilize the fields.

The trees bloomed
The sun was shining
Cabbage turned green
Grasses are diverse.

Update everywhere
Our kindergarten is beautiful
We will decorate our field
We plant flowers on the sides.

✍️: Islamova Mukambar

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