Flagging leaves, from branches gave way,
Swept beneath the dirt in winter’s sway.
Spring’s embrace was a distant dream,
Flora pining for daylight’s gleam.
Left for frozen months to mourn,
The seeds slept away to be reborn.
Golden fields turned to icy glass,
With earnest longing for summers past.
Then one day in March, the sun came greeting,
No longer to float by low and fleeting.
Fluorescent leaves sprung to life in full bloom,
And flowers greeted me with sweet perfume
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