Spring flowers bow down
To the night stars in small-town
While morning smiles in pride
Songbirds sing to the heaven wide
Yawning brightly in glee
A rising floweret rises interestingly
Hence, as nature surges majestically
The foreday wind blows jolly
Softly through, the treetops wavy
Whilst forenoon breathes in raindrop windy
© daniel miltz
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