With mark of spring, buds bloom
into flowers fascinate butterflies with nectar,
While the tangy aroma of cute apples
furnishes the vision that floats
like a sea of greens and reds upon
barks seemingly barren
only a month ago,
Trees neatly
stood
In line
side
by
side
and
thrive
in unison.
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