Sitting here, looking at buds come.
Do we notice how long it takes to become?
The world doesn't just one day spring up.
It comes in slow revealing, a tinge here,
A sprout there, a fish jumps, coming from depths.
The heroin comes back, not everyday like in summer.
Slowly the world awakes, letting it all birth again.
Come, sit, and learn to see it coming.
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