With mark of spring, buds bloom  
into flowers fascinate butterflies with nectar, 
While the tangy aroma of cute apples 
furnishes the vision that floats 
like a sea of greens and reds upon  
barks seemingly barren  
only a month ago, 
Trees neatly 
stood 
In line 
side 
by 
side 
and 
thrive
in unison.                
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