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Testing the Sun
Testing The Sun Its about to happen You can feel it There’s a bursting scented vibrancy Lingering Happening Almost Ready A slow stretching yawn reverberates It dissipates and grows Permeates Percolates Rushes outward But Waits Sleepily cracking an eye It peers around Secretly shaking off blankets Dabbles a toe in the air Testing the sun If you wait, listen to the stillness You can hear rising sap Drawing deep upward to buds Which seem to scream a new green And yearn for the moment of leaves The colours are mixing Designing chemicals of fluorescence Predicting their flourishes of blooming petals Teasing Niggling At the edges of their swelling And somnolent slumbery Deliberating On seconds They A – C – H – E In yellow Mimosa puffs Already they are dreaming Caught between the spurt of seed Dreaming of splashes fecundate And the tiny feet of insects The great call of their rainbow hues Is ready to set a fire In time to stride in their glory Through to summer But Wait The tiny buds have yet to taste A drop of rain And yet to bask for at least a day In golden heat Precipitates Perambulates Perchance to ponder Proliferates Languid time Wakes Timeless Spring
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