Yellow daffodils dance to the musical winds.
A blanket of violets offer a message of love.
Flowering Indian paints don the red of valor.
The bluebells are just for you and me,
The rest to renew the world for all.
Lightning strikes the ink-black sky.
A thunderclap opens the clouds to rain,
Teardrops trickle down across the face.
March winds sprinkle the fresh green grass
With blossoms from dogwood, apple and peach.
The air is filled by sweet singing trills
From robin, lark and bluebirds nesting near.
All the world seems now awake with love
As springtime comes to fill hill and dale.
#Internationaldawnchorus
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