Hidden within the earthy depth only emerges with time only dances in tangent now slips out with the butterflies. Now the nightingales singing aloud!
One has spoken out, one blew a kiss out off the dark seed. Ah, what then broke through? Up from the sky the blue-nymph dropped down on the scene! One that hid blurring that's image on the mirror is that now been seen?
Pouring rain singing down to primulas paints it with all the colours of the wind now the Spring picked up her paintbrush.
Rain some colour blow a kiss of the flower paint it out of the mirror!