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The gleam of dew drops on snowdrops awakening the soil from slumber;

The shooting myriads of rainbow arrows slicing through the waterfall’s rushing giggles;

The fresh tang of salt sea air teasing and playing through the marram grass;

The flit, flit, flitting of a sleepy butterfly, drunk with her fill of nectar;

The squelching ooze of melting ice cream dripping through fingers that were quicker than the tongue;

The rolling drum run of breaking thunder that shifts the foundations of the earth;

The hissing foaming of the jade green waves that kiss the sands of time;

The squawk of baby birds that await their mother’s meal in impatient new-wing wiggling;

The rustling and whispering of the autumn leaves kissing the ground with golden memories;

The spreading hug of the cookie dough on the warm baking tray as a gingerbread man is born;

The driving sting of lashing rain on the moorsides that runs the copper waters to the thirsty fields below;

The icy pats of floating snow that drift the snow queen’s royal robes over the sleeping lands;

The flicker of candlelight dancing with the shadows in a vanilla-scented evening;

The lush mystery deep in the velvet indigo of a star-studded sky:

I would give my every day and every night
And every breath of wonder and joy for your hands to place
A crown of daisies on my golden-brown hair
And take me in your arms.

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