Each spring season the flowers were my holy grail; not hidden, nor requiring a perilous path, yet awaiting for the opening of the soul-eye.
Upon newly green wings comes the season of spring, freed at last from winter's cocoon.
To each great song are opening notes, signifying marvels to come for ears and soul. And so it the same with the season of spring, its greatness declared by the first glimmers of green.
The season of spring comes as a mountainous gift brought one patient pebble at a time.
And so we enter the season of spring, when the earth opens up nature's treasure chest.
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