Flowering (Ae Freslighe) - Poem by Gert Strydom
Flowering trees stand shaking
as in their branches birds play,
in the morn I am waking
to a sunny kind of day.
It is during times of spring
in nature, I want to stay
to see the flowers rising
before the sun sneaks away.
The blooming does love display;
in this time there is something
that takes all your cares away
when all blossoms are flowering.
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