rain running down into the cracks
seeping into untouched soil
seeds buried, drinking in the refreshing
dryness forgotten in the downpour
death does not hold forever
as long as Life looses the laden clouds
Rushing creeks swollen with ice
mountain melts coming fast
snow flowers peeking to see the sun
the earth is wet with hope
the season is turning to springs
the long awaited harvest buds appear.
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