By Ovidiu Alexa • Published on 5/13/2025
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In a garden kissed by morning dew, Where sleepy earth begins anew, Spring Flowers Blooming, bright and bold, A story of springtime to be told.
First, tiny shoots, a sleepy yawn, Push through the earth, at break of dawn. Green shoots emerge, a hopeful sight, Reaching for warmth and golden light.
Then, petals unfurl, a gentle sway, Painting the garden in a brand new way. Red and yellow, pink and blue, Flowers blooming for me and you!
Buzz, buzz, buzz, a busy sound, Bees arrive from all around! Striped and fuzzy, wings a-blur, Drinking nectar, they purr and purr.
Sunshine smiles upon the scene, Making the flowers glow serene. It warms their petals, soft and sweet, A perfect day, a joyful treat.
The bees dance round, a happy chase, Collecting pollen, at a rapid pace. From bloom to bloom, they flit and fly, Beneath the bright and sunny sky.
The garden laughs, a vibrant hue, With flowers blooming, fresh and new. A kaleidoscope of color bright, A springtime dream, a pure delight!
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