I looked out the window and
what did I see?
Bright yellow flowers on the
Palo Verde tree.
Spring had brought me such a
nice surprise; blossoms
popping right before my eyes.
I could take an armful and
make a treat, an amarilla blanket
crunching under my feet.
It's never really spring;
until my eyes do see,
blossoms popping
on the green stick tree.
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