A Lilac Scented Breeze
The warm breath of Spring entered my dream as a lilac-scented breeze. And I awoke to a world of green, painted by the hand of a warm splendiferous sun. Color gets stealthily applied to the scene as daffodils, crocuses, and tulips suddenly begin popping out of the ground simultaneously. The sound of a Robin Redbreast serenading me from the limb of its favorite tree casts a spell on my lips that conjures a smile. Spring is the restorer of life, the architect of renewal, and the Hope of tomorrow. I love Her flamboyant style and gentle, refreshing touch. That is why Spring is my most favorite season of them all.
songbirds welcome spring
a season tethered to life...
green gowns suit her well
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