Pink blossoms in light, exhaling and showing a color of white
To lungless neighbors bare to the sight
Not naked but armored and ready to fight
A spring of quick
A winters end
The branches are ready, beginning to bend
Leaves unfold a chlorophyll scene and sail in the wind like canvas of green
Stems and masts of rooted ships begin to move in stationary slips
The trip is short, the voyage long
The season is here, and now it's gone
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