Fateful Spring
Flame silences the darkness.
Light licks the cold.
Dawn frightens the ice.
Trees clear their eyes.
Growth commands attention.
Time has spoken.
Light licks the cold.
Dawn frightens the ice.
Trees clear their eyes.
Growth commands attention.
Time has spoken.
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A very pretty photograph inspired this. The photo consisted of a snowy, thickly grown forest being overcome by the rising sun peeking through a few trees in the middle.