Sunshine filters through the young leaves, bright eyes looking for bright colours.
In the grass, at the foot of small bushes, there they are, half hidden.
The Bunny has done a good job: not to hard to find, but still needs a little effort, and plenty they are…
Mother has given the children small bowls, for them to collect the eggs,
Their little feet trample the green carpet, soon it will be tea time.
Sweet little piece.
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It’s a lovely Easter story đŸ™‚
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I love the poetic feel of this story. Nice.
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“… bright eyes looking for bright colours.” I love that passage. Lovely.
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Lovely, brought a smile to my face.
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