Simple Spring

The biospheric symphony
Birds chirping, crickets too.
The green grass reaching silently
for blossom’s better view.

The trees rustle restlessly
while pollen rides the wind.
And creatures who roam night and day,
make undergrowth rescind.

Don’t pretend to know the meaning
of all the things you say.
A river babbles gently,
while wandering its way.

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