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Oh Flora, harbinger of spring,
In nature's realm, your praises ring.
With tender hands, you paint the spring,
In every flower, your essence sing.
Upon the dawn, your breath does rise,
To wake the earth, to paint the skies.
With hues of gold and softest pink,
You lace the fields with morning's ink.
Your whispers stir the silent seeds,
In hidden groves and emerald meads.
You coax the buds from winter's keep,
From icy tombs, from frozen sleep.
The roses blush beneath your gaze,
Their petals catch the sun's warm rays.
The lilacs bow in purple grace,
While daisies smile with pure embrace.
Your laughter dances in the breeze,
Among the leaves of ancient trees.
Each blossom sways in joyous cheer,
As you, sweet Flora, wander near.
Through valleys lush and hills so high,
Your spirit roams, it cannot die.
In every petal, leaf, and vine,
The heart of Flora does entwine.
Oh gentle queen of all things green,
Your beauty reigns, serene, unseen.
In every corner of the earth,
Your touch renews, it brings rebirth.
So let us praise your boundless art,
In gardens fair and woodlands dark.
For Flora, goddess, muse, and guide,
Your blooms forever by our side.
head: XT 9 A Mercat
body: 167B Jarliet
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