Spring Song
April quietly turns
emerald green.
Breezes shake apple
blossoms…an aromatic
blizzard.
Listen to this soft
symphony of raindrops.
After showers, gardens
of stars flower.
Evening is the dawn
of night time.
Meteors write poetry
across heaven.
In Love with Spring , Blossom Trees -- Jane Small
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