Clover troves that 
Grow over night spring
Delight such vibrant green
Unseen since the fall of

The trees it seems have
Found their leaves young
Buds not weary yet of
The waking world
A new start on old

Cherry blossoms billow
On the breeze carried far
To distant yards their petals
Lost so far from home
Resting in this place
Only they will come to

Streams swell what
Befell the drops that washed
This way they come to rest
In their bed drifting
Clear into a

The people are the
Same hiding from the rain
As they would the snow
Only different coats to
Shield from wet and

The world rises
Fresh erect in newly
Lengthened days
The world filled
To the brim with wayward

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