The passing landscape looks like a Monet painting.
Tiny light green leaves...
Violet trees, as if a fine brush has painted the spring...
The air is cool and sweet with rebirth...
Our green lawns drink their fill of the abundant rain...
The days become longer and the mornings steady...
Flowers start to open like newborn eyes...
And our souls breathe a sigh of relief...
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