SpringAt the highest point on the tree, you stretch, reaching for the sun.

Your pink petals elegant in their grace, you stand alone.

Bravest of all, for leaves have yet to come to offer shade

Branches bare except for furry buds that will soon
follow in imitation of your daring first move.

Intrepid flower of Spring, I feel like you in my yearning for the Sun!

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