Spring is the beginning of passion,
blossoming with the budding youth of today.
Hues of light and crimson burn brightly
amoung the waking world.
The bumbling busy bee brings hope
to the lucid dream of being.
Openness clings to the ray of life,
only to spread the wonderous beauty.
The perpetual petals push forth
the call for attention to now instead of tomorrow.














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