Apple blossoms, hidden within
Buds, tightly shut, yet shy of the weather
Cold, creeping through, ever so sly
Dancing amongst the warm breeze
Encounters of the past frigid season
Flow intermingled with the merry sunlight
Giddy children
Hopping along, enticed by the mere thought of school year's end
Instant joy, warm and penetrating
Jostles me forth to action
Kindly taken by the sunrise with it's buttery pools of inspiration
Light of creation, igniting inside
Meandering amongst the honeybees homes
Nectar-alluring, dainty daffodils, clothed in a splendid white array
Over and back they bend and bow
Praising the wind's creator
Quietly, so as not to disturb them
Resting cattails, poppies, and anthills
Silently admiring their craftsmanship
Tenderly cupped in my hand I feel the flower's sweetly-scented skin
Upon which are tiny veins thirsty for water
Vexed to find an end to their yearning
While reaching upwardly each day until death
Extricating themselves from the strife of never reaching their true destination
Yearning as the flowers do for the sun and a permanent resolution to thirst
Zealously I follow their lead, for I know the end shall not be found in vain.
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