The Lily Fields in the Spring
What joy to behold
The new scents, The breeze
How the ancient elms ring
With the sounds of their whispering
To one another.
I approach with so light a heart
Expecting to be greeted by
Something so amazing
So stark.
I receive.
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Now, note that this isn't my favorite. I just like the part about the trees, whispering. When I was small I always thought that, as I passed through the woods, they were watching me. And whispering about me. I know, I know. I was a strange child. (Still am. Ha.) Anyway, enjoy!
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