As I glance out of my window I can see flower beds more vibrant than ever.
The sky holds a lilac watercolour with pastel shades of pink, blending in with a golden hue.
Fields and meadows are the lushest colour of green through the the tall grass.
Rivers flow slowly and calmly over stones and rocks.
Lavender fills the gentle breeze as I walk amongst the bedding they inhabit.
A pink chinese blossom tree catches my eye and so I watch this exquisite beauty for a moment.
Joy is inside me as I catch sight of the blossoms falling gently to the floor.
I scoop one up in my hand but a tear falls from my eye.
When the spring fades away and the memories of summer are to be erased, I know.
I know, these blossoms shall soon be only blossoms in the dust.
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