-------Springtime in the Mountains-------
The
cedar trees are dancing
to
birdsong
and
with the wind
As
springtime
unfolds
in
the mountains.
Today
I am reminded
to
the magnificence
of
imagination
How
the seed
who
in
autumn fell
Now
manifests
the
dream.
It
is hard to be hopeless
or
to not think
in
poem
When
all around
the
small green leaves
of
this kind Earth
Begin
to
slowly
open.
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