I love early spring,
she sings softly,
I can feel softness,
as breezes blow over her,
I listen quietly to the sounds,
and she feels a calm,
I know I'll be warming,
for soon she'll feel sunny days,
as I also love Autumn's ways,
she knows they'll come soon,
for season's always change,
for in between stages' rage
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