the receding line of snow,
the blooming buds on each tree,
and the new petals on sprouting flowers.
on every golden ray of sun,
on each cool splash of water,
and on the days surrounded by broiling heat.
in each wind that whisks away the autumn leaves,
in the skeleton trees,
and in the morning frost that laces each and every blade of grass.
within the falling snow,
within the early fall of the freezing night,
and within the ice that seals the ground beneath.
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