Good Luck Treasure Hunting!
A slow awake yawns across Kentucky land, brilliant sunshine for the grandstand.
Marvels of buds unfurl into blooms, while the cadence of spring arrives with the plumes.
But even as rain cleanses earth raw, you can still feel the remnants of winter's thaw.
The pinks and the greens, the rainbows and sky, revive and renew by and by.
To join in the song, hang a wreath on the door, or jump puddles in wellies, that's what they're there for.
Sprawl out in a hammock. Sip tea. Breeze through. You'll find a picnic basket awaiting you.
Or might be you'll fancy a new Easter dress, from there, nature's course should handle the rest.
Marvels of buds unfurl into blooms, while the cadence of spring arrives with the plumes.
But even as rain cleanses earth raw, you can still feel the remnants of winter's thaw.
The pinks and the greens, the rainbows and sky, revive and renew by and by.
To join in the song, hang a wreath on the door, or jump puddles in wellies, that's what they're there for.
Sprawl out in a hammock. Sip tea. Breeze through. You'll find a picnic basket awaiting you.
Or might be you'll fancy a new Easter dress, from there, nature's course should handle the rest.
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