As the trees reach to the sky
A cool spring breeze whispers to each flickering leaf welcoming new green
Limbs swaying, rain lightly pelting the roof and the grass
The unabashed joy of birdsong,
Rumbling thunder, apple blossoms
This too is precious, fleeting, eternal, beautiful in its brevity
A piece of eternity passing without notice
Always before us if we quiet ourselves to look...
I find myself lost...
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