The Garden Comes Alive
The melting snow forms streams that join the river
Pale flowers wake and turn toward the light
Bees bumble by with pollen to deliver
Sweet cherry blossoms scent the air at night
The garden comes alive in an array
of scenes and colors rivaling Monet
The equinox sheds light on everything,
it's rising sun illuminating spring
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