A little bud, he used to be,
Finally open and free.
Blooming, blooming
To the true beauty,
His spring has finally come.
Bright petals dancing to a song,
Delicate, yet strong.
Blooming, blooming,
Wind blowing to spread his beauty,
A sweet scent in the air.
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