In the quiet of winter the flowers sleep
A white blanket of snow covers their feet.
The cold earth holds them patient and meek
Enticed by the first breath of spring they peek.
The earth stirs and the shoots begin to sprout-
Hear them saying Let me out, Let me out.
Their strong slender stalks begin to grow
Getting ready for their spring style show.
First purple, white, yellow, mixed crocus appear-
Then a rainbow of tulips, planted last year.
Soon the golden daffodils; Oh what a sight
This first sample of colors gives great delight.
Iris, peony, lupine, lily and rose
Sweetly scented fragrance pleases the nose.
A bouquet of flowers doing their part
With colors that dazzle the eyes and heart.
Set your eyes upon this beautiful display
Keeping this picture to treasure each day.
Profusely they bloom for weeks in the summer-
Soon fading again for their winter slumber.
Before long the snowflakes begin to fall-
Telling the flowers this is the end of their ball.
Once again they sleep in the cold of the earth
Waiting for spring to announce their rebirth.
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