A mass of daffodils all yellow and white
Rippled by breezes into shade and light,
Their heads gently nodding looking so bright
As their trumpets turn to the sun.
The woods now are full of thrusting green leaves
Hiding the carpet spring secretly weaves,
Until the blue bells burst open and the eye perceives
The glorious blue beneath the sun.
In the garden sweet daphne, evergreen all the year
Blooms early to show tiny flowers and will share,
A delicate perfume that fills the still air
When touched by the warmth of the sun.
How the heart lifts, how the spirit will rise
When spring brings her gifts, to gladden our eyes.
Heartbeats will quicken, and hope springs anew,
Life starts again, that's what spring can do.
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