Blessed is the day
the magnolia tree blooms,
and the hummingbird starts suckling
the flower.
Happy is the lady
singing ditties in the grass,
while she smells the fragrant blossoms
from above.
Playful are the children
as they climb to pluck the lovely,
from the branches out of reach
from chubby hands.
Never with a tear
can I see and smell magnolias,
for they charm the earth to giggles
in the spring.
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Submission Name: Blessed is the Magnolia
