Listen
The springs sun had kissed them
all, like fragrant feathers one by
one to earth did fall. Th Apple,
the Pear and Cherry, with April
showers will make merry. In
natures hand they will grow, to
the eye a ripening show. And
the orchard come to life, all
about to dance and sing, a hazy
calm shall sweetness bring.
Birdsong, butterflies while the
day, Bluebells, Buttercups ring
and sway. Lush green grass
adorns the ground, all is peace
and quiet found. And in the
evening when the sun sits low,
you can almost hear the orchard
grow, hear the whispers of Flora's
rhapsody and natures love in
harmony.
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