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The breeze is warm, the sun is high,

to winter we have said goodbye.

Between longer days and sudden showers,

it’s time to waken all the flowers.

Who is going to answer the call?

An invite to the Springtide Ball.

The daffodil responds first, in this event she is well versed.

Patiently watching this silent contest.

Who indeed will look the best?

Slowly she adjusts her crown,

a fitting adornment to match her gown.

Wearing cloaks of yellow and green,

Celandine reaches up to primp and preen.

Glancing at pretty Anemone,

lacing her skirts from memory.

As shy and dainty Lady’s Smock,

dons her delicate petal frock.

Camellias yawn and stretch in delight,

ruffling petticoats purposefully to catch the light.

Crocus skips flirting from her way,

his petals bedecked and on display.

The music starts, the birds sing,

an enchanting tune, the songs of Spring.

Flower’s twirl to the sun’s beat,

a happy melody set on repeat.

Windswept leaves break the trance,

a slight pause in the eternal dance.

Reaching out so very high,

almost plucking the glow right from the sky.

A favour to hold, a tangible thing,

to have and keep the joys of Spring.

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