In these fields of flowers
In these beautiful spring hours
Whenever you go make inquiries
To get the needed verities
Though the road is very long
With pleasure we walk along

Wherever you observe
By the beauty you will move
Whenever you put your hands
You find flowers in bands
Even lungs are full
With smells that are wonderful

The broom flowered
It is full of spines
Briar also prospered
Its rose shines
Brambles are still fostered
They are like divines
Even prickly pears
Take part in the parade
On each fig that appears
The bees will promenade
The peel is removed
The delicious fruit is devoured

The butterfly is flying
Over the flowers
It is so stunning
To spring it adds bellflowers
Hearts are singing
Life becomes amazing

ahcene mariche
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