Description of Spring in Avonlea |
Over the hills of Avonlea I smell the pink apple blossoms; and as far as the eye could see, The blowing grass setting seed. Across the hills of Avonlea, Spring has arrived in full circle. As glorious as it could ever be; A painted pallet from up above. Portraying over Avonlea, Warm winds that carry a scent. Of all that is sweet and dreamy; Flushed with colour of tiny buds. The newborn spring of Avonlea, Sprouts of sunkissed blooms. Breaking open, oh so gently, Sprinkled dew on scattered pedals; Awakened spring in Avonlea. |