I spring out of bed in a very sping feel
Seemingly surreal life evolves, unfolding lungsacks
Stitched to morning routine, cut me free with caffeine
Heavens blow strong wind, the trees move every second
Birdlike sunshine jumps on the wooden limbs
Chirping to spring's delight light rampant hymns
Swooping in the sharp air, aiming a baby grass,
Gracefully pecking a dew on the latter
Heavens blow the brass of last autumn's matter
Orchestrate the unhazing of mine overcasted climes
Nothing left but accept, acquiesce with the better times

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