(a rewrite)
Dark green scrub oak trees
Dot the rolling foothills,
In a chenile blanket
of textures and colors.
Bordered in ribbons
Of blossoms,
Winding roads create
Floral rainbows that
Run through pastures
Abundant with newborn
Calves, lambs; foals.
A flourishing contrast
To snaggle toothed
Fences, delapidated lattice barns,
Toppled trees and debris
Left by winter storms.
God’s nature rebounds in
The eternal sign of hope;
Fresh new life...
And the beauty of Spring.
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