Painting Rainbows
Spring is regaled as the belle of the ball,
all decked out in her emerald green gown.
And riding on the carousel of life,
like a playful child, she subtly arrives.
With warm winds, tethered to a treetop breeze,
She unfurls turquoise and peridot leaves.
And April rains water budding branches,
of maples; enticing sweet sap to rise.
Tending to the plants in Nature's garden,
Spring starts with daffodils and crocuses.
And as her moist, balmy breath melts the snow,
yellow dandelions begin to sprout.
She summons showers for the wildflowers,
while songbirds play tag with the dribbling drops.
And she polishes the sun till it shines;
while painting rainbows with refracted light.
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