A bud will blossom and reveal,
Hues and pollen seduce the bees,
While bug and beast do regale,
An innocent will find his knees,
Are kissing the sod.
The blossoms of countless trees,
Reveal as they feed in flourish,
Yet calloused pilgrims walk amid,
Beauty that will call and nourish,
And lure to laud.
Blossoms release the parent branch,
Weeping flutters in floral tints,
A breeze breathes a confetti dance,
Covering roots with gentle hints,
Of an Elysian ballad.
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