The lilac-bush is in season,

The cherry-blossom tree is awash with flowers,

The sunflowers mimic the sky above,

The bluebells and foxgloves,

Feed bees and butterflies,

The snowdrops live up to their name,

Like winter frost shaped into a glass bell,

The geraniums stare from their pot,

Across the sunny yard,

To the yellow-pink flowers on the bush,

Summer's residents out in all their glory.

The End

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