Petals fall through ashen sky
Injecting drops of rosy dye
And pitter-patter on the ground
To lie in wait 'til they are found
Wind caresses budding branches
Bushes green while daisy blanches
Danu grows her garden well
Her life is not by winter quelled
It springs back from unseemly earth
The the cold the black and barren turf
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