A walk in a field on a spring day.
As I walk in the field, I breath into my senses
The smell of grass, the taste of spring.
I look above, there is sunshine on my face!
I kneel to touch a flower, gently, oh so gently
Petals fall to the ground, the clouds are moving in.
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