Good morning, yawns the willow
Stretching out tiny buds
Awoken by the pleasant
Tickling of the Sun

Jackdaw girl proudly carries
Her favourite precious stick
Watching out for the best
Real estate in town

She can’t contain herself
Knowing her lovely groom
Agreed to build with her
A lavish residence

Tiny crocus breaks out
From a perennial dream
Gentle and delicate
Yet full of confidence

Good morning, sings the Spring back
Handing out folded leaves
With all the information
Her dear children might need

Welcome back home, she whispers
I know you’ve been asleep
What you were dreaming of
You’re ready to begin

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