Our World of Flowers
My favourite time of year is undoubtedly Spring
Year after year I'm overcome, as the world bursts into life
The snow has barely gone, only the hardy has survived
With spears of green, they gallop forth
The icy remains are vanquished by the tiniest snowdrops
Without fear of the weather, they burst into blossom
Heralding with ever-changing colour, the coming year
My favourite flower is the next one to bless us with its appearance
Each and every one, is a beauty, deserving its moment, at the head of the table
Footnote:
I don't really have a favourite flower and know it's silly, but it feels offensive to pick one.
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