A robin puffed its red breast
and sang for the joy of the day, while
down below a glorious sight.
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It stood tall, admiring the view,
sparkling waters and sun caressed
bluebells.
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Its flowers opening to the ever-present bees,
and deep in the earth the bulb, which died
to give it birth is renewed.
—
Slender stemmed it sways in the breeze,
cheered by the sight of the many more
cerise orchid blooms.
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Pyramids of beauteous petals,
shine amidst fading violets and growing grass,
watched over by a song in the golden gorse.
