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Springs bulb

The snow is now melting , theres sun in the days
The bird are to wake up , and the squirrels  are in the tree
As i stretch my roots out like i waking from my winter sleep
My buds are slowly piercing through the dark , moist muds
I can feel the sun is warm as the snow melts away
Giving me some water to start on that spring day
My buds are slowly rising as i want to touch the sky
I know i will never do that as it wont be long till i say goodbye
As my leaves they roll out like natures sleeping bags
My bud it start to open and a flower i must show
The world i such a beautiful place , if my pollen doesn’t irritate your nose
My petals as they open the bees start to swam
My nectar they are wanting to feed the unborn hordes
My petals are now open and the sun light kisses each one
I can feel the sunlight warming from my head , down to my bulb
The bees are taking , my pollen for my friends
So we can do the same next year as winters come on round
 

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