Verdure Is The Day - Poem by Connie Yost
Springtime's mesmerizing scene,
Embraces us in emerald green.
Maple's elegance is lime,
Fir trees stand in pantomime.
Purple gazing globe returns,
Nature's laurel that she earns.
Pear tree's tressed in puffs of white,
Verdure is the day's delight.
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