Spring is in the air,
Life anew appears.
What once was
dead, brittle, brown,
Now is alive and green.
Birds gather to feed and bathe,
The wildflowers bloom.
Bees buzz and wander over
a vibrant sea of color.
I breathe it in and feel a peace,
Something in me knows,
Like spring that comes each year,
Death will not be my end,
Life will continue.
NovelSisters 
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