The Balance of Bloom
Upon the edge of dark and light, The day stands equal to the night. The frost retreats, the river flows, A secret that the seedling knows. Now ancient wheels begin to turn, And brighter fires start to burn. We welcome back the golden sun, The dance of spring has just begun.
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