The spring blooms
are coming in
but you belong to summer
They awoke on time
but you are early
from your slumber
Your big round yellow face
searches for the
long day's sun
Turning towards the
watery blue sky
as spring showers come
And when the crisp
winds of March
bend your sturdy stem
You stand strong and
bide your time
waiting for your friends
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