Spring
The world’s been dead for so long
Its air a stagnant gasp,
Time moves again as new life blooms
And people round us laugh.
The air smells clean and fresh,
It takes no time for the world to forget the Cold
Soft green fuzz grows on the trees
As their branches start to bloom
The weather warms, and the Cold is chased away at last.
The world reborn, anew again
The shortest season, leads to fire
Spring comes by, but is quick to leave.
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