A new year looms,
And flowers will bloom,
For spring will arrive,
All over again.
Crocus and daffodil,
Await their show,
The days will get warmer,
The garden will glow.
Birds will sing merrily,
High in the trees,
Winter will perish,
To make way for the bees.
Blessed are the flowers,
In the morning sun,
Warmth will return,
To each and everyone.
Another new year,
More time to spend,
In the sweet arms of nature,
My forever friend.
Jayne Louise Davies
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