Spring

Her green grass grows anew.

Fostered from winter’s cold

She is warmth.

Transforming night into day

She is light.

Touching sunsets with fingertips

She is kind.

Summer’s heatwaves are heartless

She is refined.

Her green grass grows anew

She is spring.

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