with nature's return,
each sparrow and robin,
each blossom and fern.
they seem like lost friends,
i'm so happy to see,
as if they'd arrived,
especially for me.
the world's come alive,
with sounds long unheard,
the peep of a frog,
the song of a bird.
each new one I hear,
or I spot on the wing,
feels like a bright gift.
for my opening.
and with each return,
i start to revive,
my heart fills with hope,
and i feel alive.
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