Love Conquers All.
Fresh and clean season,
fresh and clean hearts !
Nature's first green is gold,
her hardest hue to hold...
Added: I have a good relationship with Autumn, but Spring is a little trickier. Like the poem says, from the beginning, you know the season won't last despite her beautiful promising open...
Every year though, I appreciate springtime more for the fleeting moments offered up innocently, life beginning anew with the accompanying complications and cruel fates of nature drowned out by the softer but resoundingly strong symphony of Life Marches On...
In such a beautiful way, if you can see it.*
Older lives awakening too and coming 'round again for another season of spring and summer, and the eventual fall... Nothing Gold Can Stay. So from dust we arise and in dust we will end, but oh, look at all that LIFE💚 in the middle!
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* and hear it and smell it and taste it and touch it too. That sense of life.
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