Beginning the day not knowing what's ahead
Nothing marked on the calendar for a doer
Not sure, but thinking that something special
May be around the corner filled with grandeur
There is an array of amazing things to focus upon
And celebrate… the sun is shining and the sky is blue
The ground is soaked with rain from yesterday
Seeds sprout… they instinctively know what to do
There is an inborn fervor hidden deep inside
It doesn't take an ounce of speculation to reveal
What is naturally intended… it is a magical display
A wonderful time for new plants to grow with zeal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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