She rested with flower petals upon her hair.
She woke with them still there.
She looked up at the cloudy sky and smiled.
This was a pleasant way for time to be beguiled.
This was a restful spring day.
The flowers had come earlier than the days of May.
The flowers had come along with showers in April.
The changing of seasons to spring was so faithful.
The maiden with the petals upon her hair often thought,
"Yes, spring is a beautiful gift that we have got."
Happy Friday to you.