The
Daffodils amid yellow frills
And
lovely tendrils
Are
dancing with the gentle wind
Beneath
the tiny hills
The
morning dew
With
a day so new
Has
covered all the view
From
far above
The
sun looks down
Upon
the cooing dove
My
heart smiles
And
I see for miles
The
endless light blue skies
I
shall make sure
The
dream remains
When
the night bids me goodbyes
Interface of winter and spring..... Getting Lost in nature is the very nature of this woman .. .
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