Early Summer
Early Summer
Birds awake with the dawn
Their twitters break the last defending line of spring
Air becomes light
Like a vegetable soup that I can bottom up at once
The mist and rain no longer tangle with my eyes
The deepest blue in the sky appears
When all other colors fade
A new one is riding high on the hill
It's the greenness of life
A burst of beauty after a long hibernating
They're bustling in the same direction
With the dream of the earth, a pilgrimage
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