01/09/2025
Spring's Tiny Dance
When winter's icy grip does fade,
And earth awakes from slumber deep,
A secret, tiny, fairy raid
Begins while drowsy giants sleep.
With wings of dewdrop, light and fast,
They flit where first the crocus peeks,
Their gentle magic, meant to last,
Across the thawing meadow streaks.
The daffodil, a golden chime,
With nodding head, begins to sway;
A fairy tune, transcending time,
To welcome a more vibrant day.
They paint the buds with hues so bright,
And whisper secrets to the breeze,
That stirs the bluebell's gentle light
Among the newly greening trees.
So if you see a shimmer near
A petal soft or emerald blade,
It is the fairy's welcome here,
A promise that the spring has made.
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