Nature is celebrating the coming of spring
By humming notes composed by its charm.
Flowers are tossing their heads in joy
repeating the chant of waterfalls.
The eye of the sky is hugging clouds
half awake and half asleep.
All of which breathe the scent of lilies
Never smelt before.
I'm there watching all of this whispering:
Spring is hope and hope is spring.
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