Gentle humming sprinkled 'mongst the pollen
fragrantly decorating air...
Not long before the leaves had fallen,
then spent three months in repair...
Warm, fresh and pure, the day has dawned,
surroundings saturated in sugary sweetness.
Spawning contented bliss from the moment I yawned -
A whole army? I'd defeat nothing less.
Beholding the sweet springtime symphony,
rejuvinated and pumped near infi'tly.
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First Thing I wrote. I hated it.
Just, not entirely.
When one day leaves fall golden,
and another they are whole,
green and pure and then they bud
and blossom too.
And other days the trees are bare,
except for fir trees standing there,
the evergreens standing proud
the whole year round...
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