Tiny slivers of color
Peaking through lush greens.
Dew drops glistening
On brilliant leaves.
You glance up
As the sun bursts
Over the horizon.
The light touches
Gently, young buds.
Vibrant petals unfurl,
Soft and smooth
In their new life.
You lean over
And inhale
The deep, rich fragrance
And sigh
With profound content
Of Spring's first rose.
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