Onslaught of
colours
Cherry
blossoms reign three days
To perish in
rain
Wind
stops whispering
With
the whimsical willows
Who're
wondering why
Still time for the rye
Yellow mustard seed flowers
Sparrows flying by
Morning relaxes
While we get up
Work done
At the gas station
Night is falling quickly
Buying beer
The little girl
Playing in the cherry tree
Carpet of blossoms
Song of the brook
Running through the valley
Spring morning
Susurrant stream
Sitting down for a while
Willow’s green again
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