From deep within the rich black soil,
Blades race quickly along the thick green mile
Winding their way up and outward,
Each- aiming to be a part of the crowd.
They’re the vibrant, creamy sort.
Filled with one dark vessel and,
Regal lines that point north.
Each and every blade, it floats and sways,
Overtaking last season’s dead where they lay.
It’s spring! It’s here! I want to share!
Bringing new life and new beginnings each year!
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