Buds emerge one by one, their blossoms the face of summer.
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swept away
Clouds move swiftly, captured by currents, invisible yet strong. Birds silence their songs.
falling
emotions circle, begin their drift down into colors compelling, arms lifted in embrace
nuance
how many colors can we count in a day…forever shades unfold, following growth and change
summer dreams
reflections brim in puddle drenched skies… a girl, freed to fly
adventuring
the days of youth, with hours to kill, lands to explore pockets full of treasure
listen
Birds fill each morning with song, their notes a backdrop to the rising sun.
sentinels
Look up, for the light is leaving, another chapter closing. Trees stand as witnesses, wise with knowing.
drift
Moments flow by, some captured in memory, most lost. The days of flowering are here. Will I stop to drink in this minute, this morning, this day?