Blossoms snuggle in their beds of branches,
eagerly waiting for their time to wake up
and greet the greater green.
The grass stands erect,
though swaying in the wind,
and never mentioning the lawnmower.
The trees leaves are bursting from buds
green and ready to take on the sun,
the champion of the warmth to come.
Birds chime in,
choking the silent morning into song.
Five a.m. means nothing to them.
They’re rising before the sun,
tricking us with their tweeting,
having us believe it’s later.
In the morning,
they are time’s master.
The sun is rising with the blossoms,
leaves and fearless blades of grass.
Spring is coming
and it’s coming fast
Dawning Creations 
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