... from blades, to branch,
... from walkway to blossom, bumbling all the way.
Summer sun has yet to scorch the moisture from the dirt,
... freshness from the air,
... the snail from its squishy, squashy trek.
Spring is wonderful for wandering with a determined gait,
... with a stick in one's hand,
... with doubtless trust in a leader's ability to locate treasure.
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