The early spring morning
daylight arriving earlier
scenery changing
flower rising to bloom
trees filling out
birdsong fills the air
the sky an assortment
of pastel colours
all this cliché beauty
not taken for granted
but welcomed, loved
seasons change always
but spring births life
births colour and sound
no words need saying
or writing
its poetry in itself
a new world unfolding
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