I want to write about Spring, but it's all been said before.
I want to express this joy from within of the beauty outside my door.
I long to relate all the joys that come of watching each bud anew.
But the masters have all accomplished this art of drawing these pictures for you.
Each word that I mull is failure. Yet, I strive to be up to the task.
There's this feeling of bliss from the kiss of the rays of the sun in which I bask.
An eruption of pleasure escapes from my lips. My eyes are wet with delight.
New life brings excitement and happiness after long and cold winter nights.
The eternal beauty of Spring is the splendor of our God in each flower
Returning each year in His glory of His exquisite creation and power.
No other art can compare to His might as His beauty around the world rings.
It's joy and contentment that makes my heart shout when I ponder the wonders of Spring.
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