At last spring has arrived. I finally get to come up from the pitch black soil and start to bloom. Every week I start to bloom 10 times more. Finally I have bloomed my yellow petals we're as bright as the sun. Every time the wind came past I swayed left and right like I was doing a little dance. I feel like I'm in heaven. The breeze rushes through my steam. I hope spring never ends.
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