The earth responds to her lover's touch
in spring, when magic means so much

Like sun on skin
a glow begins
to waken every pore
as through each cell his spirit soars

while seeds that slept through winter's storms
are ready to be born
A point of growth now breaking ground
as harmony becomes the sound

of life

? Michaelette ?

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