By Ovidiu Alexa • Published on 5/9/2025
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Tender Tree Bud Quickly
Spring always out, a canvas bright, With colours splashed in morning light. Green shoots peeking, skies so blue, A brand new world for me and you.
Bringing green fully always, Tiny Bud dreamt in leafy hallways. Curled up tight, a sleeping tear, Waiting for the Springtime cheer.
Meet Bud, so small, and round, and neat, And Sun, so warm, and oh so sweet! With Time, the wind, a gentle breeze, Whispering secrets through the trees.
Making world new quickly ever, Sun tickled Bud with golden lever. "Wake up, little one," Sun did say, "The world awaits you, come and play!"
Time pushed softly, wind so mild, Bud stretched and yawned, a sleepy child. Unfurled its leaves, a vibrant hue, Drinking sunshine, fresh and new.
Life easy comes again, Bud waved hello to birds, again and again! A tiny leaf, a verdant spark, A perfect promise in the park.
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