Monday, 4 June 2012

Another nursery rhyme

Look little one,
The leaves have turned yellow,
The sky is pure blue,
The day mild and mellow.

Look little one,
The trees have turned bare,
There’s frost in the morning
And cold everywhere.

Look little one,
There’s buds on the trees,
Flowers are blossoming
And buzzing with bees.

Look little one,
In this blossoming blooming
The cycle of life
Is forever renewing.

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