3rd season of the year.
The birds are singing a sweet harmony,
With a chant that attracts living ears.
Admiring the bloom of the trees while feeling morning's air.
3rd season of the year.
I picked up a Buttercup that caught my attention,
I planted it in my secret garden even pollinating agents won't even notice.
I love the fact that it's the only plant that I'm watering.
3rd season of the year.
The season of blessings,
The season of new beginnings,
The season that I picked up a Buttercup
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Lovely ode to "the season of blessings/ the season of new beginnings"… loved it.5*