With smooth spring days delicious like nectar,
For which the hummingbirds taste in each sweet blossom,
High in the outreach pines, the goldfinches arrive back with subtle movements,
And all the winged beauties call out in a song,
Known to belong to the poppy family for ways yet unseen,
Each flower that whispers her name will end,
With their sweet petals falling away in shame,
Dainty forest bleeding hearts shine beneath,
They are the hearts of secret lay bare,
Nutrient surmounts for underground rhizome hails too reach,
And eloquent equipped heart-shaped flowers begin like a speech,
From whilst it ends and seeds gathered up by wood ants with care,
For these flowers and the insects in this forest have shared.
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