Beauty of Spring
The ice begins to
melt, revealing the dead
it's leaving behind.
The gentle breeze whisks
away winter and carries
the sweet scent of spring.
The woods are coming
back to life before my eyes.
A beautiful sight.
Gentle green grows through
the death from those who came before
creating new life.
The blossoms of new
life springs up everywhere to
give hope to others.
They too will grow and
die, sacrificing themselves
so others can live.
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