Spring has brought with it
a splendid view of eternity,
subtle violet shades of sky
reflected in the lake, mirrored,
a vast expanse of solitude.
The forest sleeps, a vagrant
with a vision of contentment;
there is a subtle sense of peace
that will not vanish come the morning,
eternity caught for a moment in my eyes.
I gather the wildflowers, glorious
in their colors, adding a bit of vine
and taking one last look at the sky,
I turn toward the comfort of home.
Nature has once again filled my vase.
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