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Softly waving in the breeze,
The daffodil coyly smiles,
And tosses her golden head.
The crocus glistens,
In the pale sunshine,
Shades of yellow, purple and white,
The proud hyacinth holds her head,
Towards the sky, straight and tall,
The snowdrops hide, their glory gone,
They led the way to spring,
The bluebells amass on woodland floors,
The earthy smell of moss and fern,
The catkins swaying in the hedgerow,
The blackbird feeding its young,
All these sights and all these sounds,
Tell us spring has finally arrived,
Bringing life anew to everything.
Lynda Robson
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