Opening My Window To the Cool Breeze of March

My long sleep wasn't disturbed by a Mallard, no visions of wars but of absolute serenity... giving this body a vital boost of energy; flowing was the blood, sound was the mind! The green-winged Teal seemed too hungry, and munching on a piece of bread, hurriedly glanced and drastically feared the rangy vagrant with a face so pale that even startled a big cat! Opening my window to the cool breeze of March takes the whiff of staleness out of the dim room; observe the yellow begonias cherishing its caress... 'though perturbed by the smell of the forest Larch! Flowers don't feel pain, neither they show gloom: tend to them and they will display their loveliness! I grab my pen and start composing another lyric to describe this wonderful season that delights; I'm glad that winter has put an end its snowy days! Do poets choose their words according to images, or they pop into their heads and write ditty verses diverging from the norm of poetry that's too intrinsic? Opening my window to the cool breeze of March... oh, sonorous spring has arrived ending my confinement to a glass desk with a Dell computer to find a replacement! Does artificial intelligence offer some enlightenment? Not all cope with loneliness: dramatic was the fate of Lach; how many of us have used extreme measures to stay afloat?