How bright the sun shines;
It barely breaks through the leaves
Which spread to meet it.
Out the side windows
Purple lilacs are weaving
As the breeze wafts through.
Purple lilacs are weaving
As the breeze wafts through.
Purple on the lawn;
Purple pushing through the wires;
It's a royal day.
The last daffodils
Seem to have lost their color;
White and fragile now.
Seem to have lost their color;
White and fragile now.
Small delicate blooms
With a tinge of light purple.
Distant rifle shots.
Against the old fence
Panoply of flowers grow;
It's found its purpose.
Panoply of flowers grow;
It's found its purpose.
Shadows in the woods
Seem more mysterious
Gobbling up light.
Just a faint whisper:
Wind is rustling in the forest;
Leaves are trembling.
Wind is rustling in the forest;
Leaves are trembling.
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