Begone wretched brown grass
allow the vibrant hues from the
precious palette of mother nature
to burst through the leafy fodder.
Color the daisies, lilac and roses
with glowing sweet scented beauty.
Don’t forget the wildflowers, paint
them with an electric brilliance!
Sing to my cherished trees and
allow blooms and leaves to lovingly
peek at the wonders of a deep blue
sky and explode with a soulful grace.
Bestow blessings on a return of warm
weather birds and and all creatures.
Hear my serenade, my ode to Spring.
Righteous proclivity for harlequin hues.
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