spring

A blink of the soul

Everything becomes new 

The world bathed in jade



A budding branch sways 

Warm fingers streak through cool breeze

Reaching through the soil

Rushing silver stream

Warbling across cool stones

Verdant leaves creep close

A landscape in song

Melodies of green, purple, yellow

A chorus of birds

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