Circle of Life
The spring rain dazzled the grass in droplets.
There was a slight breeze in the air.
Trees were rustling in the wind
As the light spring mist came down.
The flowers were starting to bloom.
All that was old is new again--
What a beautiful circle of life.
Until fall comes again and the cycle replays once more.
-S. Weenie
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