With a shimmy and a shake,

The last shivers of the season were spent.

The budding blossom awaited daybreak,

"Oh, please let me be prepared for my ascent!"


The motionless moon mentors and mollifys,

With waning rays she waves adieu,

Soon they are required to beautify.

Sightings of dawn spawn quite the hulabuloo,

"Oh, please let me be able to fully glorify!"


Nervous buds beginning the brilliance of life,

Quick goodbyes and portrayals of love.

Everyone has successfully survived,

But the unknown awaits in the world above.


At last the sun embarks on the daily course,

As do the blooms, with colors becoming an impossible force.


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