The Symphony of Spring
​Flowers and roses are blooming,
In ribbons of crimson and gold,
While over the hills and the meadows,
The secrets of summer unfold.
​Birds are chirping, bees are buzzing,
A symphony tuned to the sun,
The spirit of winter is fading,
And the dance of the garden’s begun.
​The grass is a carpet of emerald,
Still damp with the mist of the dawn,
While shadows play tag in the orchard
And stretch 'cross the length of the lawn.
​The breeze is a whisper of velvet,
It carries the scent of the pine,
As nature rewrites every color
And teaches the world how to shine.
​Each petal is drinking the dewdrop,
Each wing is a blur in the light,
A world that was sleeping in silence
Is waking up vivid and bright.
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Mary Sims
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