Trees tremble in fear,
as Earth’s fever drains the lakes.
Spring lambs still sleeping
Soft light from afar,
the new buds need attention.
Bees remain divine.
Spring’s colors fading,
Summer blooms soon in season.
Seedlings need water.
Epi’s bloomed briefly,
cactus flowers much the same.
I must call my Friends.
Turning toward others,
living with an open heart.
Peace will come with love.
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