Harmony would follow Spring's appearance
In the eternal bond of their adherance
And also would come the birds and their choir
All added together, made spring conspire
Bees covered the flowers, jasmine, the air
When fair was time and time was fair
Blissful daffodils, they'd bloom in threes
Over by the hydrangea trees
And in the tire swing, my feet slashed through clovers
For the Seraph's peaceful weather had taken over
I danced in it, I loved the sweet jubilee
That bloomed the little hydrangea trees
The dandelions that floated on the bottom of the sky
Days when ground squirrels forgot to be shy
And even butterflies came to enjoy the breeze
Fluttering beside the hydrangea trees
Careless children within it parade
And sit out selling lemonade
And old couples remember times like these
On their rockers beside the hydrangea trees
The blue and purple fragile bunched blooms
Never appear a minute to soon
They make life simple, they make life sweet
Remember to admire the hydragea trees
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