Little bits of life find a way,
to bring a little hope to a
new day.
Time can't stop what spring time knows,
life like the petals of a now blooming rose.
The water moving, a new path does it make
detouring the rocks, creates a new wave.
Fly catcher returned despite the frost, to the
ledge in the season where nothing is lost.
Memories gone and memories made like the
fern on the rocks where my dreams are made.
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