A spring secret
A spring secret?
Beyond the garden fence there sat a fairy who was weeping,
dressed in finer clothing than the world had ever known
She whispered to a marigold a secret meant for keeping,
gazing as a butterfly from far away had flown
It landed on a river fern, its leaves were gently swaying,
to rest it's wings of violet and amber for a while
"Yon fairy has a secret, I am told, what was she saying?"
The marigold just closed its eyes and wore a silly smile
A nightingale sat overhead midst tapestries of fashion,
then giggled at the question raised atop the fern below
Sang a tune in harmony with every morning passion,
its lyrics said, you needn't ask if she wants you to know
A tiny stream meandering did flow in foam and streamers,
within the banks that wove their way from here to over there
Carrying reflections of the feather covered dreamers,
something that the nightingale was very proud to share
Though still the thought persisted of the fairy and the reason
to why her tears were falling and her rosy cheeks were wet
When then a tulip bloom appeared to show the coming season
wintertime was over, something no one should forget
The fairy lifted up her head, her smile brightly showing,
it seems it wasn't sadness; they were tears of joy she wept
For spring, she knew, was coming, warmer weather would be flowing
as for her secret, well, you know, some secrets should be kept
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