As the tender young buds spring to life on the trees

It is a reminder that the world can ever be seen through fresh eyes

Never losing sight of the promise of a new beginning

Believing that life holds in store beauty of which the like has yet to be experienced

Sometimes during bleak, bare seasons through which all must pass

It can be hard to imagine that the sun will shine and blossoms open

To reveal what has been germinating, deep below the surface

The best things come after the frost has decimated the landscape

Making way for the sweet, vibrant tenderness of life anew.



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