The chill retreats, a whispered thaw,
As spring's sweet breath begins to draw
Life from the earth, with a gentle hand,
Kissing the sleeping, frozen land.
My cherry tree, so stark and bare,
Now feels like a gentle brush upon the air,
Reaching to skies, with its slender frame,
Whispering secrets of petals by name.
A canopy of palest bloom,
Dispelling winter's fading gloom,
Soft...
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