to the flowering trees
coloring my street
before you can be sure
of spring,
you do not wait
until you know it is safe
to open your hearts
to the world.
you do not know
of the approaching snow,
but smile in the sun
like a child.
you teach me
life is beautiful,
no matter how long
it lasts.
you teach me
to start living,
and stop checking
the weather app.
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