Is that whispers of the new born buds
singing shyly in the dawn of light?
Through the garden, their voices echo
celebrating the end of a long cold night!
Their petals are off, their filaments now dance
and sway they move to the morning breeze
and filled the garden with their fragrance
to welcome the touch of the golden bees
So many blossoms in pink, red and white
like lavender silks caressing the sky
And brightly reflected each new bud shines
on the edge of a new born delight
Along the horizon the sparks are now fierce
The sun is now up the day is now here
the blazing ray like arrowheads
ready to strike but then disappear
Saved by the clouds the buds renounce
The golden bees have finally arrive
And in a sacred second the two unites
to deliver the breathe of a new life!
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