Bees buzzing gently
flowers blooming in chorus
earth sings her old song
Sun smiling softly
warming the bones of the trees
waking every bud
Brilliant blue sky stretched
like a fresh canvas of breath
peace without a sound
Petals kiss the breeze
laughter hidden in the grass
seeds whisper truth
Spring teaches stillness
not with silence, but with grace
in all living things

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