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| Dreaming of Spring - by Anne-Marie Brzezinski |
Laugh if you will
At the daffodil
Who merrily lives without care.
With nary a foe
It’s easy to grow;
Her beauty is easy to share.
See rabbit roam
Away from his home.
He hungers for something to eat.
The poor little crocus
Has to stay focused;
Her flower is tender and sweet.
Listen to birds
Singing their words
In search of a partner to screen.
A dance on a limb
Will satisfy him
Until it becomes mere routine.
Look out and see,
You just might agree,
The beauty of nature in Spring.
It’s fresh and it’s new
And whimsical too
Like a fledgling first taking wing.
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