Flower Song
Spring high, spring low, springtimes springs show.
Cavorting lambs frolic in play.
Fell farmers fearful of the snow,
As shepherds, they know natures way.
Springtime is soft when breezes blow.
Snowdrops now fading day by day.
Woodlands are bathed in evenings glow.
Red sky at night, old wives will say.
It's blossom time, spring flowers grow.
This floral bounty will display
All splendour where our rivers flow,
On mountain side and seashores bay.
Spring brings us Heaven, when lifes low.
Our senses kissed, by it's bouquet.
3/ 3/ 2015.
Copyright © George Seal | Year Posted 2015
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