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 Crocuses

Each Spring we crocuses resume

The sprouting forth from underground,

In white, orange, yellow, purple bloom,

Rebirth announcer we're renowned.

According to mythology

Crocus, unhappy mortal youth,

Gods turned into this plant to be

Happier, but who knows the truth!

But humans do seem happier

When after a long winter, they

See that we once again occur

In a new, refreshing display.

We bloom about a three week span,

So come and see us if you can.