The fresh air dances around the corners, never stopping.
The thaw has started and the ice is sleeping in its grave.
Birds chirp as flowers grow in the green fields.
Although the sun has rose, the air is fresh and cold.
A new generation has started as the blossoms grow colourful petals.
The trees are lonely no longer and the flags of the tenderest green tremble as honey bees land.
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