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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.