Whispers of the spring

A little brave violet peeps from the brown
The earth wants to shed its dull drab gown
A blazing sun breaks through the cold frozen door
And floods the sky with golden decor
The warm rays heal the chilly bitter stings
A little black chickadee whistles and sings
The bees now begin their drunken dance
To help the colors in their slow, sure advance
Squirrels scamper around and play in the trees
Rosy mornings dew and cool afternoons breeze
Butterflies chase each other and flirt
Ah! The soft budding of the wooden desert
Lilacs gently scent the balmy morning air
The daffodils gather at this vernal fair
And once again I am, a little girl playing on her swing
As I hear the first whispers, of this colorful spring

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