I enter waking woodland, breathing air

Fresh as a peppermint fountain.

Bees and blossoms are drifting on the breeze.

A daisy chain of birdsong sparkles in the sky,

I tread the many-coloured dreamcoat,

The green and gold mantle,

That cloaks winter’s bones

With bright stars of hope.

Browsing sweet saplings, like the sheep and wild deer,

I taste young leaves and squeeze them on my tongue.

Drunk on the scent of birch sap and love,

My soul lifts like silken banners to the sky.



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