Spring Sting
In early showers of spring
Fields ripen as willows throw a gentle ring
Snakes witness to ravens beaming stealth
Hearty gossip thrills are wilderness with wealth
We play in small remote ponds of mud
Dance and run into the sun
Can you feel its blushing sting
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