The Great Beauty Of Spring Poem by Adamae Liege

The Roses grow. the Lilies bloom.
The Tulips sprout in their beds.
The Irises carefully, and gently,
lift up their tiny heads.
More beautiful they grow,
with every passing day.
Till' winter steals their dainty glow,
And takes their sunshine away.
The cold steals in and bites with frost.
Till' finally, finely they lay down to rest.
All the flowers one by one,
Tell the next "farewell,
Till' springs sun can wake me up,
And make my petals spread."
They'll sleep under a blanket of snow,
All winter long.
Till' springs sun can wake them.
And on that wonderful day,
The Roses will grow. the Lilies will bloom.
The Tulips will sprout in their beds.
The Irises will carefully, and gently,
lift up their tiny heads.