Springtime
Rose buds slowly open
up their petals,
as they embrace the morning rain.
Rivers burst with new energy,
as they carry refreshment
and renewed life with them.
Mountains get a new, green dressing
from trees and grass.
The smell of rain
enchants my mind with wonder,
and eagerness to dance
in the rain.
It is springtime!
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