After a long winter
The season life loves
Arrives known as
Spring. Green sprouts
Pop up on bushes and
Trees, marigolds are
Everywhere. The
Natural world wakes
Up and all living
Things rejoice.
Tag: shoots
Weeping Willow
In the spring
This tree has
A thousand myriad
Branches, tender gold shoots
Softer than silk.
In this wild unpeopled field
Who does this willow belong to?
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