Purple Loosestrife
Spring's scent's in the air:
I smell it; I swear!
A sweet odor, only smelt
when Spring's awaking,
Winter's hold breaking,
and snowmen begin to melt.
When Spring calls them forth,
geese start flocking north.
And as songbirds greet the day,
bees visit fresh blooms;
trees don green costumes,
and flowers scent Spring's bouquet.
Dandelions grow
where warmer winds blow,
weaving carpets of yellow
atop fields of green;
conducting a scene,
more mellow than a cello.
While snow melts away,
Sol's light stretches day,
and the trees come back to life.
Plants sprout everywhere
with beauty and flair;
from grass to purple loosestrife.
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