A green sprout pushes toward the bright morning sun,
Yawning and rubbing the sleep from is eyes.
He calls out a cheery hello
As all the little bluebirds greet the day.
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A green sprout pushes toward the bright morning sun,
Yawning and rubbing the sleep from is eyes.
He calls out a cheery hello
As all the little bluebirds greet the day.
Continue reading “A Dandelion”