Spring is coming. Sitting here just looking out the window see the pale grey clouds coming apart from each other like they shouldn’t be there together. With a small patch of pale blue sky coming though, with the sunlight slowly sneaking in. I follow the golden ray of light soft warm sun shining following down that ray light upon it laid on so small bud. With the winter rain dropping falling off it like little tidy tears, that they must cry a hundreds time in the rain. But now with soft warm golden ray of sun shine lying on the soft pale pink bud. Slowly warming up we looked at the bud seeing the beauty that lies inside it. You see over winter it is dead inside oh just waiting and buying time to shine again. You see we are so much like that buds, most of dies inside through out winter just waiting and waiting for our time to come alive again. You see that soft pale pink bud will slowly blossom into the flower for all us to see. Then one by one those soft pale
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