Sprung

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

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

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 
Know 

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

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

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

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