Flower Garden
In their garden beds
Flowers pop up their heads up
They awake from their sleep
In a winter so deep
Their fragrance finally fills the air
They don't have a care
They soak up the Sun's rays
Knowing they don't have a care
Now they put on a show
As they bloom and grow
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