The green loveliness comes forth,
It is a leaf that endangers the soul
With its beauty, understood by gardens
As the unit of nature and natural surroundings.
And then the days came to mean a delivery
Of food from the sunlight up ahead.
The depths of this joy we call spring
Are delicious, and the green lovely weather
Fumes and froths like the summer.
Every leaf has been a marriage,
Fitting the body that it owns,
Carefree with exact hundreds
As the winds paste the paths
With fertile roots, the very shoots
Have been obliterated.
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