Before the trees have leaves, their branches,
Brown with bark, but bare,
Sway gently in the breeze, just waiting
For their springtime flair.
In days to come, when buds appear,
Encouraged by the sun
And helped out by some rain, we’ll know
Their dressing has begun.
Then soon enough, in varied hues
Of deep or lighter green,
Those trees will turn the landscape
Into quite a lovely scene.
Plus, add to that the blossoms
That are hiding ‘til it’s time
To burst forth with all their color -
Now you’ve got a springtime rhyme!
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