When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise
The magic of nature comes alive in the form of colours and sounds which are not for our ears or eyes but for the heart of all nature lovers. It is the nature in full bloom. Wonderful poem.
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