'Country Queen'

The Primrose opens wide in spring;
Her scent is sweet and good;
It smells of every happy thing
In sunny lane and wood.
I have not half the skill to sing
And praise her as I should.

She's dear to folk throughout the land;
In her is nothing mean:
She freely spreads on every hand
Her petals pale and clean.
And though she's neither proud nor grand,
She is the Country Queen.

Cicely Mary Barker.

I love Primroses ...playing around with my Tangled app...I like the way it emphasis the delicate detail in the leaves.

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