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The splendor of a spring day.
So much to appreciate
The vivid depth
The gentle flow
Nature growing, moving, renewing.
If I’m still
I listen and look
More than feel, my senses alight
More than see, I absorb
Layers of experience to wonder.
Stunning colors on one flower petal
Fascinating shapes on a single branch
Wind voicing itself in the trees
Sun’s sparkling shades expressed at journey’s end
Movement of tiny kingdoms at my feet
Overwhelming emotion fills my heart
At the marvels I view
Yet I am saddened a little
I cannot help but wonder,
How many miss such glory?