Flower's bloom and fall,
surreptitious tides burst and foam,
yet nature's beauty never gloss.
Its in this time that otters play,
the parrot searches its longlost mate;
and when suddenly comes the rain
its love of Spring that blooms again.
The drops that fall shine in and out,
Like diamond deep blue and grey;
silent poets ,lovers whistle aloud;
ITs falling rain that blesses again.
The crying orphan loses hate,anger and pain
as the reliving music sans abound
Centuries of isolation desolation disappears,
so devine magical and heeling is the Spring Rain.
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